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!

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…

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

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

The morning is new and the skies a… The day cometh in with the sun and… Hasten, belov’ed! For see, while you were yet sleepi… The cool and virgin feet of dawn w…

A flickering light near spent Her pale hand bore. Have you seen Angelique? Will she know the place Dead feet must find,

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

Lo, All the Way, Look you, I said, the clouds will… Grow clear, the road Be easier for my travelling the fi… So sodden and dead,

Force and bluster? Mighty threate… Scorn I lightly, - Not for these. Tell me when shall great Orion Catch the flying Pleuades?

Not thou, White rose, but thy Ensanguined sister is The dear companion of my heart’s Shed blood.

Madonna, Madonnina Sat by the grey road-side, Saint Joseph her beside, And Our Lord at her breast; Oh they were fain to rest,

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

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

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

Little Sister Rose-Marie, Will thy feet as willing-light Run through Paradise, I wonder, As they run the blue skies under, Willing feet, so airy-light?