The cold With steely clutch Grips all the land. .alack The little people in the hills Will die!

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.

Hear thou my lamentation, Eros, Aphrodite’s son! My heart is broken and my days are… Where the woods are dark and the s… Eros!

Not spring’s Thou art, but hers, Most cool, most virginal, Winter’s, with thy faint breath, t… Rose-tinged.

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

Avis, the fair, at dawn Rose lightly from her bed, Herself arrayed, Avis, the fait, the maid, In vestiment of lawn;

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

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

And the centurion who stood by sai… Truly this was a son of God. Not long ago but everywhere I go There is a hill and a black windy… Portent of hill, sky, day’s eclips…

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

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…

Burdock, Blue aconite, And thistle and thorn. .of these Singing I wreathe my pretty wreat… O’death.

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

Seen on a night in November How frail Above the bulk Of crashing water hangs, Autumn, evanescent, wan,