A laggard in the rear of time’s sw… And one who loiters on an aimless… Through lands he knows not; lured… In secret paths where silence hold… And rust ascending wings. Roads m…

Never the nightingale, Oh, my dear, Never again the lark Thou wilt hear; Though dusk and the morning still

A-sway, On red rose, A golden butterfly. . And on my heart a butterfly Night-wing’d.

Guardian Of The Treasure Of Sol… And Keeper Of the Prophet’s Armo… My tent A vapour that The wind dispels and but

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

All day, all day I brush My golden strands of hair; All day I wait and wait.. Ah, who is there? Who calls? Who calls? The gold

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

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

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

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

‘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…

The immemorial grief of all years Burdes my heart sorely, and the ye… Of slow eternal crying stain my ch… Forever and forever my soul speaks Saying: I am thy self: Look on me…

My songs to sell, sweet maid! I pray you buy. Here’s one will win a lady’s tears… Here’s one will make her gay, Here’s one will charm your true lo…

(1) The rose new-opening saith, And the dew of the morning saith, (Fallen leaves and vanished dew) Remember death.

Little my lacking fortunes show For this to eat and that to wear; Yet laughing, Soul, and gaily go! An obol pays the Stygian fare. London, 1910