Was it love breathed on us as on t… Dawn breathes for a short space an… Or loved we never at all who but m… With too dim vision the guarded my… Were we unfaithful or were we unwi…

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

Pain ebbs, And like cool balm, An opiate weariness Settles on eye-lids, on relaxed Pale wrists.

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

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.

You nor I nor nobody knows Where our daily-taken breath Vanisheth and vanisheth: Where our lost breath’s flying goe… You nor I nor nobody knows.

I make my shroud, but no one knows… So shimmering fine it is and fair, With stitches set in even rows, I make my shroud, but no one knows… In door-way where the lilac blows,

Have yet forgot, sweet birds, How near the heaven’s lie? Drooping, sick-pinion’d, oh Have yet forgot the sky? The air that once I knew

With swift Great sweep of her Magnificent arm my pain Clanged back the doors that shut m… From life.

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

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

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

O mia Luna! Porta mi fortuna! (You must say it nine times, curts… In rose-pale, fading blue of twili… See, the new moon’s thin crescent… Nine times I’ll curtsey murmuring…

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

But me They cannot touch, Old age and death. .the strange And ignominious end of old Dead folk!