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

So may you sleep alway, My baby, my dear son: Amen, Amen, Amen. My baby, my dear son.

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

Great Kings were dust and all the… Did my harp’s taut and burnished s… The fragrance of dead ladies’ love… Blew never down but for my lute.

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

Fugitive, wistful, Pausing at edge of her going, Autumn, the maiden, turns, Leans to the earth with ineffable Gesture. Ah, more than

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

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

Fate Defied As it Were tissue of silver I’ll wear, O fate, thy grey, And go mistily radiant, clad

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

These be three silent things: The falling snow . . . the hour Before the dawn . . . the mouth of… Just dead.

In your Curled petals what ghosts Of blue headlands and seas, What perfumed immortal breath sigh… Of Greece.

The clustered Gods, the marching… The mighty-limbed, deep-bosomed T… The shimmering grey-gold London f… I wish that Phidias could see!

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.

‘WHY do You thus devise Evil against her?’ ‘For that She is beautiful, delicate; Therefore.’