SHE lived in storm and strife,
Her soul had such desire
For what proud death may bring
That it could not endure
The common good of life,

Man. In a cleft that’s christened
Under broken stone I halt
At the bottom of a pit
That broad noon has never lit,
And shout a secret to the stone.

THE old brown thorn-trees break i
Under a bitter black wind that blo
Our courage breaks like an old tre
But we have hidden in our hearts t
Of Cathleen, the daughter of Houl

A PITY beyond all telling
Is hid in the heart of love:
The folk who are buying and sellin
The clouds on their journey above,
The cold wet winds ever blowing,

As I came over Windy Gap
They threw a halfpenny into my cap
For I am running to paradise;
And all that I need do is to wish
And somebody puts his hand in the

SWAYED upon the gaudy stern
The butt-end of a steering-oar,
And saw wherever I could turn
A crown upon the shore.
I And though I would have hushed

THOUGH the great song return no
There’s keen delight in what we ha
The rattle of pebbles on the shore
Under the receding wave.

LOCKE sank into a swoon;
The Garden died;
God took the spinning-jenny
Out of his side.
Where got I that truth?

That crazed girl improvising her m
Her poetry, dancing upon the shore
Her soul in division from itself
Climbing, falling She knew not wh
Hiding amid the cargo of a steamsh

THE woods of Arcady are dead,
And over is their antique joy;
Of old the world on dreaming fed;
Grey Truth is now her painted toy
Yet still she turns her restless h