SHADOW HOUSES

Not though you die to-night, O Sweet, and wail,
A specter at my door,

Shall mortal Fear make Love immortal fail-
I shall but love you more,

Who, from Death's house returning, give me still
One moment's comfort in my matchless ill.

CONSEQUENCES

Rosicrucian subtleties

In the Orient had rise;

Ye may find their teachers still

Under Jacatala's Hill.

Seek ye Bombast Paracelsus,

Read what Flood the Seeker tells us

Of the Dominant that runs

Through the cycles of the Suns

Read my story last, and see

Luna at her apogee.

THREE FRIENDS

There were three friends that buried the fourth, The mould in his mouth and the dust in his eyes; And they went south, and east, and north

The strong man fights, but the sick man dies.

There were three friends that spoke of the dead, The strong man fights, but the sick man dies. "And would he were here with us now," they said, "The sun in our face and the wind in our eyes."

Verses from the Prose Works

THE DEAD MAN RODE

When the earth was sick, and the skies were gray,
And the woods were rotted with rain,

The Dead Man rode through the autumn day,
To visit his love again.

DIANA OF EPHESUS

And the years went on, as the years must do ;
But our great Diana was always new
Fresh, and blooming, and blond, and fair,
With azure eyes and with aureate hair;
And all the folk, as they came or went,
Offered her praise to her heart's content.

TWO AND ONE

Thus, for a season, they fought it fair
She and his cousin May.
Tactful, talented, debonaire,
Decorous foes were they;

But never can battle of man compare
With merciless feminine fray.

THE WISE MAN'S SON

Journeys end in lovers' meeting,
Every wise man's son doth know.

TARRANT Moss

I closed and drew for my love's sake,
That now is false to ine,

And I slew the Riever of Tarrant Moss,
And set Dumey free.

And ever they give me praise and gold,

And ever I moan my loss;

For I struck the blow for my false love's sake,
And not for the men at the Moss.

THE ONLY SON

The lark will make her hymn to God,
The partridge call her brood,
While I forget the heath I trod,

The fields wherein I stood,

'Tis dule to know not night from morn,
But deeper dule to know

I can but hear the hunter's horn,

That once I used to blow.

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VANITY

Vanity, all is Vanity," said Wisdom, scorn

ing me

I clasped my true Love's tender hand and
answered frank and free:

"If this be Vanity, who 'd be wise?
If this be Vanity, who 'd be wise?
If this be Vanity, who'd be wise?
Vanity let it be ! "

Verses from the Prose Works

THE LOVE SONG of HAR DYAL

Alone upon the housetops, to the North
I turn and watch the lightning in the sky,-
The glamour of thy footsteps in the North,
Come back to me, Beloved, or I die !

Below my feet the still bazaar is laid

Far, far below the weary camels lie,-
The camels and the captives of my raid,
Come back to me, Beloved, or I die!

My father's wife is old and harsh with years,
And drudge of all my father's house am I.
My bread is sorrow, and my drink is tears,
Come back to me, Beloved, or I die!

CONFESSION

In the daytime, when she moved about me,

In the night, when she was sleeping at my sideI was wearied, I was wearied of her presence. Day by day and night by night I grew to hate her Would God that she or I had died!

SOLID AS OCEAN FOAM

Life liveth best in life, and doth not roam
To other realms if all be well at home.
"Solid as ocean foam," quoth ocean foam.

Oh, crow!

ARÉ-KO-KO

Go crow! Baby 's sleeping sound, And the wild plums grow in the jungle, only a penny

a pound

Only a penny a pound, Baba-only a penny a pound.

THE WIDOWER

But I shall not understand,

Shall not see the face of my love,
Shall not know her for whom I strove,

Till she reach me forth her hand,
Saying, "Who but I have the right?
And out of a troubled night
Shall draw me safe to the land.

IN DURANCE

To-night God knows what thing shall tide,
The Earth is racked and faint
Expectant, sleepless, open-eyed;

And we, who from the Earth were made,
Thrill with our Mother's pain.

THE LOST BOWER

In the pleasant orchard-closes

"God bless all our gains," say we; But "May God bless all our losses," Better suits with our degree.