In a cave born (Mary said) In a cave is My Son buried

Reap, reap the grain and gather The sweet grapes from the vine; Our Lord’s mother is weeping, She hath nor bread nor wine; She is weeping. The Queen of Hea…

‘Boy, lying Where the long grass Edges the pool’s brim, What do you watch There in the water? The blue

Look up . . . From bleakening hills Blows down the light, first breath Of wintry wind . . . look up, and… The snow!

For Aubrey Beardsley’s picture Pierrot is dying: Tiptoe in, Finger touched to lip, Harlequin,

Fate Defied As it Were tissue of silver I’ll wear, O fate, thy grey, And go mistily radiant, clad

The poet pursues his beautiful the… The preacher his golden beatitude; And I run after a vanishing dream… The glittering, will-o’-the-wispis… Of the properly scholarly attitude…

Too far afield thy search. Nay, t… At thine own elbow potent Memory… Thy double, and eternity is cupped In the pale hollow of those ghostl…

THE old Old winds that blew When chaos was, what do They tell the clattered trees that… Should weep?

Behold her, Running through the waves Eager to reach the land; The water laps her, Sun and wind are on her,

If it Were lighter touch Than petal of flower resting On grass, oh still too heavy it we… Too heavy!

Well and If day on day Follows and weary year On year . . . and ever days and ye… Well?

Is it as plainly in our living sho… By slant and twist, which way the…

You nor I nor nobody knows Where our daily-taken breath Vanisheth and vanisheth: Where our lost breath’s flying goe… You nor I nor nobody knows.

Sea-foam And coral! Oh, I’ll Climb the great pasture rocks And dream me mermaid in the sun’s Gold flood.