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

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!

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…

Keep thou Thy tearless watch All night but when blue-dawn Breathes on the silver moon, then… Then weep!

Thou hast Drawn laughter from A well of secret tears And thence so elvish it rings, –mo… And sweet.

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

JUST now, Out of the strange Still dusk . . . as strange, as st… A white moth flew . . . Why am I… So cold?

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…

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

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

Dost thou Not feel them slip, How cold! how cold! the moon’s Thin wavering finger-tips, along Thy throat?

Heard ye the maidens Went through the meadows, Early, O, early, While yet the dew was Wet on the grass?

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

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,

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