In Memory of W.B. Yeats I He disappeared in the dead of winter: The brooks were frozen, the airports almost deserted, The snow disfigured the public statues; The mercury sank in the mouth of the dying day. What instruments we have...

MowingThere was never a sound beside the wood but one,And that was my long scythe whispering to the ground.What was it it whispered? I knew not well myself;Perhaps it was something about the heat of the sun,Something, per...

A Prayer in SpringOh, give us pleasure in the flowers to-day;And give us not to think so far awayAs the uncertain harvest; keep us hereAll simply in the springing of the year.Oh, give us pleasure in the orchard white,...

How wisely Nature did decree,With the same Eyes to weep and see!That, having view'd the object vain,They might be ready to complain. And since the Self-deluding Sight,In a false Angle takes each hight;These Tears which better m...

Cor CordiumO heart of hearts, the chalice of love's fireHid round with flowers and all the bounty of bloom;O wonderful and perfect heart, for whomThe lyrist liberty made life a lyre;O heavenly heart, at whose most dear desireDe...