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

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…

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 -…

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

Scarlet the poppies Blue the corn-flowers, Golden the wheat. Gold for the Eternal: Blue for Our Lady:

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?

‘Let me be young,’ the Latmian sh… ‘And let me have on night-time hil… Whom she of Cynthus saw, Heaven’s… And gave his youth and dreams her… What news comrade upon the mountai…

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…

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

Meet thou the event And terrible happening of Thine end: for thou art come Upon the remote, cold place Of ultimate dissolution and

With night’s Dim veil and blue I will cover my eyes, I will bind close my eyes that are So weary.

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…

(Girl’s Song) In Babylon, in Nineveh, And long ago, and far away, The lilies and the lotus blew That are my sweet of youth to-day.

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