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…

Art thou Not kin to him Who loved Mark’s wife and both Died for it? O, thou harper in Green woods?

Oh me, Was there a time When Paradise knew Eve In this sweet guise, so placid and

If illness’ end be health regained… Will pay you, Asculapeus, when I…

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…

Little my lacking fortunes show For this to eat and that to wear; Yet laughing, Soul, and gaily go! An obol pays the Stygian fare. London, 1910

He comes from Mass early in the m… The sky’s the very blue Madonna w… The air’s alive with gold! Mark y… The birds sing and the dusted shim… On leaf and fruit?..Per Bacco, wh…

My songs to sell, sweet maid! I pray you buy. Here’s one will win a lady’s tears… Here’s one will make her gay, Here’s one will charm your true lo…

These be three silent things: The falling snow . . . the hour Before the dawn . . . the mouth of… Just dead.

Still as On windless nights The moon-cast shadows are, So still will be my heart when I Am dead.

Every day, Every day, Tell the hours By their shadows, By their shadows.

Wouldst thou find my ashes? Look In the pages of my book; And as these thy hand doth turn, Know here is my funeral urn.

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

So may you sleep alway, My baby, my dear son: Amen, Amen, Amen. My baby, my dear son.

As it Were tissue of silver I’ll wear, O Fate, thy grey, And go mistily radiant, clad Like the moon.