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

The shadowy boy of night Crosses the dusking land; He sows his poppy-seeds With steady, gentle hand. The shadowy boy of night

The clustered Gods, the marching… The mighty-limbed, deep-bosomed T… The shimmering grey-gold London f… I wish that Phidias could see!

Pain ebbs, And like cool balm, An opiate weariness Settles on eye-lids, on relaxed Pale wrists.

How can you lie so still? All day… And never a blade of all the green… To show where restlessly you toss… And fling a desperate arm or draw… Stiffened and aching from their lo…

Ere the horne’d owl hoot Once and twice and thrice there sh… Go among the blind brown worms News of thy great burial; When the pomp is passed away,

But me They cannot touch, Old age and death. .the strange And ignominious end of old Dead folk!

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

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

‘There’s be no roof to shelter you… You’ll have no where to lay your h… And who will get your food for you… Star-dust pays for no man’s bread. So, Jacky, come give me your fidd…

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

I know Not these my hands And yet I think there was A woman like me once had hands Like these.

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

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

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…