“Three grey women walk with me Fate and Grief and Memory. My fate brought grief; my grief must be With me through Eternity, Such thy power, memory.Three grey women walk with me.”

“Three grey women walk with me Fate and Grief and Memory. My fate brought grief; my grief must be With me through Eternity, Such thy power, memory.Three grey women walk with me.”

“Ere the horne'd owl hoot Once and twice and thrice there shall Go among the blind brown worms News of thy great burial; When the pomp is passed away, 'Here's a King,' the worms shall say.”

“In your Curled petals what ghosts Of blue headlands and seas, What perfumed immortal breath sighing Of Greece.”

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

“When I was girl by Nilus stream I watched the deserts stars arise; My lover, he who dreamed the Sphinx, Learned all his dreaming from eyes. I bore in Greece a burning name, And I have been in Italy Madonna to a painter-lad, And mistress to a Medici. And have you heard (and I have heard) Of puzzled men with decorous mien, Who judged - the wench knew far too much - And burnt her on the Salem green?”

“As it Were tissue of silver I'll wear, O Fate, thy grey, And go mistily radiant, clad Like the moon.”

“Seen on a night in November How frail Above the bulk Of crashing water hangs, Autumn, evanescent, wan, The moon.”

“No guile? Nay, but so strangely He moves among us. . Not this Man but Barabbas! Release to us Barabbas!”

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

“With night's Dim veil and blue I will cover my eyes, I will bind close my eyes that are So weary.”

“Scarlet the poppies Blue the corn-flowers, Golden the wheat. Gold for the Eternal: Blue for Our Lady: Red for the five Wounds of her Son.”