‘What do you make so fair and brig
‘I make the cloak of Sorrow:
O lovely to see in all men’s sight
Shall be the cloak of Sorrow,
In all men’s sight.’

ALL things can tempt me from this
One time it was a woman’s face, or
The seeming needs of my fool-drive
Now nothing but comes readier to t
Than this accustomed toil. When I

THE threefold terror of love; a f
Through the hollow of an ear;
Wings beating about the room;
The terror of all terrors that I
The Heavens in my womb.

MANY ingenious lovely things are
That seemed sheer miracle to the m
protected from the circle of the m
That pitches common things about.
Amid the ornamental bronze and sto

From pleasure of the bed,
Dull as a worm,
His rod and its butting head
Limp as a worm,
His spirit that has fled

THE GYRES! the gyres! Old Roc
Things thought too long can be no
For beauty dies of beauty, worth o
And ancient lineaments are blotted
Irrational streams of blood are st

The First. My great-grandfather s
In Grattan’s house.
The Second. My great-grandfather
A pot-house bench with Oliver Gol
The Third. My great-grandfather’s

Fergus. This whole day have I fol
And you have changed and flowed fr
First as a raven on whose ancient
Scarcely a feather lingered, then
A weasel moving on from stone to s

O WHAT has made that sudden nois
What on the threshold stands?
It never crossed the sea because
John Bull and the sea are friends
But this is not the old sea

We should be hidden from their eye
Being but holy shows
And bodies broken like a thorn
Whereon the bleak north blows,
To think of buried Hector