The white fog creeps from the cold… Over the pale grey tumbled towers, And settles among the roofs, the p… Along damp sinuous streets it craw… Curls like a dream among the motio…

One, where the pale sea foamed at… With wave upon slowly shattering w… Turned to the city of towers as ev… And slowly walked by the darkening… And saw how the towers darkened ag…

It is morning, Senlin says, and i… When the light drips through the s… I arise, I face the sunrise, And do the things my fathers learn… Stars in the purple dusk above the…

See, as the carver carves a rose, A wing, a toad, a serpent’s eye, In cruel granite, to disclose The soft things that in hardness l… So this one, taking up his heart,

‘Draw three cards, and I will tel… Draw three cards, and lay them dow… Rest your palms upon them, stare a… And think of time . . . My father… My mother was a gypsy out of Egyp…

In Memory Of. In Fondest Recoll… In Loving Memory Of. In Fond Remembrance. Died in October. Di… Who died at sea? The name of the… Escapes her, gone, blown with the…

She rose in moonlight, and stood,… With her bare arms uplifted, And lifted her voice in the silenc… And her face was small, and her vo… ‘O moon!’ she cried, ‘I think how…

Now, when the moon slid under the… And the cold clear dark of starlig… He heard in his blood the well-kno… Tolling slowly in heaves of sound, Slowly beating, slowly beating,

Twilight is spacious, near things… And distant things seem near. Now in the green west hangs a yell… And now across old waters you may… The profound gloom of bells among…

You read—what is it, then that you… What music moves so silently in yo… Your bright hand turns the page. I watch you from my window, unsusp… You move in an alien land, a silen…

Let me not shrink at sight of deat… Nor waste in grief an idle breath.… You whom I loved are one with cla… The brightness in your eyes is gon… I shall not meet your face to-day;

It is night time, and cold, and sn… And no wind grieves the walls. In the small world of light around… A swarm of snowflakes falls and fa… The street grows silent. The last…

Of what she said to me that night—… The strange thing came next day. My brain was full of music—somethi… I couldn’t remember it all, but ph… Wreathed and wreathed among faint…

Well, as you say, we live for smal… We move in crowds, we flow and tal… Seeing so many eyes and hands and… So many mouths, and all with secre… Yet know so little of them; only s…

The girl in the room beneath Before going to bed Strums on a mandolin The three simple tunes she knows. How inadequate they are to tell ho…