Earth’s winter cometh And I being part of all And sith the spirit of all moveth in me I must needs bear earth’s winter Drawn cold and grey with hours…
I do not choose to dream; there cometh on me Some strange old lust for deeds. As to the nerveless hand of some old warrior The sword-hilt or the war-worn…
When I am old I will not have you look apart From me, into the cold, Friend of my heart, Nor be sad in your remembrance Of the careless, mad-heart…
The apparition of these faces in the crowd; Petals on a wet, black bough.
“Vocat aestus in umbram” Nemesianus Es. IV. E. P. Ode pour l’election de son sepulchre For three years, out of key with his time, He strove to resuscitate the dead…
No man hath dared to write this thing as yet, And yet I know, how that the souls of all men great At times pass athrough us, And we are…
Lord God of heaven that with mercy dight Th’alternate prayer wheel of the night and light Eternal hath to thee, and in whose sight Our days as rain drops in…
Come, my songs, let us express our baser passions. Let us express our envy for the man with a steady job and no worry about the future. You are very…
You came in out of the night And there were flowers in your hand, Now you will come out of a confusion of people, Out of a turmoil of speech…
O fan of white silk, clear as frost on the grass-blade, You also are laid aside.