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Just now,
Out of the strange
Still dusk ... as strange, as still ...
A white moth flew ... Why am I grown
So cold?

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

If illness' end be health regained then I
Will pay you, Asculapeus, when I die.

I knowNot these my handsAnd yet I think there wasA woman like me once had handsLike these.

Sea-foam
And coral! Oh, I'll
Climb the great pasture rocks
And dream me mermaid in the sun's
Gold flood.

Why have I
thought the dew
Ephemeral when I
Shall rest so short a time, myself,
On earth?

Is it as plainly in our living shown,
By which way the wind hath blown?

If it
Were lighter touch
Than petal of flower resting
On grass, oh still too heavy it were,
Too heavy!

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

Pain ebbs,
And like cool balm,
An opiate weariness
Settles on eye-lids, on relaxed
Pale wrists.

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

The old
Old winds that blew
When chaos was, what do
They tell the clattered trees that I
Should weep?

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

Sun and wind and beat of sea,
Great lands stretching endlessly ...
Where be bonds to bind the free?
All the world was made for me!

My object to venture the suggestion that an important application of phonetics to metrical problems lies in the study of phonetic word-structure.

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

These be Three silent things: The Falling snow ... the hour Before the dawn ... the mouth of one Just dead.

Listen ... With faint dry sound, Like steps of passing ghosts, The leaves, frost-crisp'd, break free from the trees And fall.

Wouldst thou find my ashes? Look
In the pages of my book;
And as these thy hand doth turn,
Know here is my funeral urn.

Not thou,
White rose, but thy
Ensanguined sister is
The dear companion of my heart's
Shed blood.

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

Dost thou
Not feel them slip,
How cold! how cold! the moon's
Thin wavering finger-tips, along
Thy throat?

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

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

Why do
You thus devise
Evil against her?' 'For that
She is beautiful, delicate;
Therefore.

Thou hast
Drawn laughter from
A well of secret tears
And thence so elvish it rings, -mocking
And sweet.