I went out alone
To sing a song or two,
My fancy on a man,
And you know who.
Another came in sight

WE sat together at one summer’s e
That beautiful mild woman, your cl
And you and I, and talked of poet
I said, 'A line will take us hour
Yet if it does not seem a moment’s

ALL the heavy days are over;
Leave the body’s coloured pride
Underneath the grass and clover,
With the feet laid side by side.
Bathed in flaming founts of duty

I meditate upon a swallow’s flight
Upon a aged woman and her house,
A sycamore and lime-tree lost in n
Although that western cloud is lum
Great works constructed there in n

Endure what life God gives and as
Cease to remember the delights of
Delight becomes death-longing if a
Even from that delight memory trea
Death, despair, division of famili

What lively lad most pleasured me
Of all that with me lay?
I answer that I gave my soul
And loved in misery,
But had great pleasure with a lad

(For Harry Clifton)
I HAVE heard that hysterical wom
They are sick of the palette and f
Of poets that are always gay,
For everybody knows or else should

Three Voices [together]. Hurry to
The mouths that speak, the notes a
O masters of the glittering town!
O! lay the shrilly trumpet down,
Though drunken with the flags that

I have met them at close of day
Coming with vivid faces
From counter or desk among grey
Eighteenth-century houses.
I have passed with a nod of the he

THE dews drop slowly and dreams g
Suddenly hurtle before my dream-aw
And then the clash of fallen horse
Of unknown perishing armies beat a
We who still labour by the cromlec