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

Thou hast Drawn laughter from A well of secret tears And thence so elvish it rings, –mo… And sweet.

White doves of Cytherea, by your… Across the blue Heaven’s bluest h… And by your certain homing to Lov… Still to be true and ever true -…

‘WHY do You thus devise Evil against her?’ ‘For that She is beautiful, delicate; Therefore.’

Three grey women walk with me Fate and Grief and Memory. My fate brought grief; my grief mu… With me through Eternity, Such thy power, memory.

Grey gaolers are my griefs That will not let me free; The bitterness of tears Is warder unto me. I may not leap or run;

I have minded me Of the noon-day brightness, And the cricket’s drowsy Singing in the sunshine. . I have minded me

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

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

Listen . . . With faint dry sound, Like steps of passing ghosts, The leaves, frost-crisp’d, break f… And fall.

What words Are left thee then Who hast squandered on thy Forgetfulness eternity’s I Love?

Joy! Joy! Joy! The hills are glad, The valleys re-echo with merriment… In my heart is the sound of laught… And my feet dance to the time of i…

No guile? Nay, but so strangely He moves among us. . Not this Man but Barabbas! Release to us Barabbas!

Peter stands by the gate, And Michael by the throne. ‘Peter, I would pass the gate And come before the throne.’ ‘Whose spirit prayed never at the…

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