I said, “I will take my life And throw it away; I who was fire and song Will turn to clay.” “I will lie no more in the night

I am afraid, oh I am so afraid! The cold black fear is clutching m… As long ago when they would take t… And leave the little child who wou… Frozen and sleepless at the though…

It will not change now After so many years; Life has not broken it With parting or tears; Death will not alter it,

They sent you in to say farewell t… No, do not shake your head; I see… That shine with tears. Sappho, yo… Just now when you came hither, and… When you have left me, all the shi…

Here in the teeth of this triumpha… That shakes the naked shadows on t… Making a key-board of the earth to… From clattering tree and hedge a s… Bear witness for me that I loved…

O LOVELY chance, what can I do To give my gratefulness to you? You rise between myself and me With a wise persistency; I would have broken body and soul,

I asked the heaven of stars What I should I give my love— It answered me with silence, Silence above. I asked the darkened sea

I came from the sunny valleys And sought for the open sea, For I thought in its gray expanse… My peace would come to me. I came at last to the ocean

Did you never know, long ago, how… That your love would never lessen… You were young then, proud and fre… You were too young to know. Fate is a wind, and red leaves fly…

Pierrot stands in the garden Beneath a waning moon, And on his lute he fashions A little silver tune. Pierrot plays in the garden,

I cannot die, who drank delight From the cup of the crescent moon, And hungrily as men eat bread, Loved the scented nights of June. The rest may die—but is there not

I have come the selfsame path To the selfsame door, Years have left the roses there Burning as before While I watch them in the wind

I sang a song at dusking time Beneath the evening star, And Terence left his latest rhyme To answer from afar. Pierrot laid down his lute to weep…

All that could never be said, All that could never be done, Wait for us at last Somewhere back of the sun; All the heart broke to forego

SO long as my spirit still Is glad of breath And lifts its plumes of pride In the dark face of death; While I am curious still