Three Songs of Shattering --
When the Year Grows Old --
Thou art not lovelier than lilacs, -no --
Time does not bring relief, you all have lied --
Mindful of you the sodden earth in spring --
Not in this chamber only at my birth --
If I should learn, in some quiet casual way --
To the Not Impossible Him --
The Singing-Woman from the Wood's Edge --
She is Overhead Singing --
Portrait by a Neighbour --
I do but ask that you be always fair --
Love, though for this you riddle me with darts --
I think I should have loved you presently --
Oh, think not I am faithful to a vow --
I shall forget you presently, my dear --
The Blue-Flag in the Bog --
Song of a Second April --
To a Poet That Died Young --
Doubt No More than Oberon --
We talk of taxes, and I call you friend --
Into the golden vessel of great song --
Not with libations, but with shouts and laughter --
Only until this cigarette is ended --
Once more into my arid days like dew --
No rose that in a garden ever grew --
When I too long have looked upon your face --
And you as well must die, beloved dust --
Let you not say of me when I am old --
Oh, my beloved, have you thought of this --
As to some lovely temple, tenantless --
Cherish you then the hope I shall forget.