Afterwards there are dogends in
the ashtray
sheets heavy with her perfume and
our sweat
I don't want to change, rumpled, a
curled
about her attitude I imitate in sleep
the smell of her on my skin, a towel
awry
in the bathroom, the floor clouded
with talcum
with careful intaglio of two
footprints
all patched on this translucent
autumn weather
and its Veronese foliage, each leaf
outlined and brushed with decay I
interpret
as longing for a mythical landscape
all my fallacies are pathetic.

Sometimes I think I live only in my

After such years of dissension and strife,
Some wonder that Peter should weep for his wife;
But his tears on her grave are nothing surprising--
He's laying her dust, for fear of its rising.

The moon shines bright, and the stars give a light:
A little before it was day
Our Lord, our God he called on us,
And bid us awake and pray.

Awake, awake, good people all,
Awake, and you shall hear,
Our Lord, our God, died on the cross,
For us whom he loved so dear.

O fair, O fair Jerusalem,
When shall I come to thee?
When shall my sorrows have an end,
Thy joy that I may see?

The fields were green as green could be,
When from his glorious seat
Our Lord, our God, he watered us,
With his heavenly dew so sweet.

1. Morning Star, O cheering sight! Ere Thou cam'st how dark earth's
2. Morning Star, thy glory bright Far excels the sun's clear
night! Jesus mine, in me shine; In me shine; Jesus
light. Jesus be, constantly, Constantly, Jesus
mine, Fill my heart with light divine.
be, More than thousand suns to me.

3. Thy glad beams, thou Morning Star,
Cheer the nations near and far;
Thee we own, Lord alone,
Man's great Saviour, God's dear Son.

4. Morning Star, my soul's true light,
Tarry not, dispel my night;
Jesus mine, in me shine,

My boy was scarcely ten years auld,
Whan he went to an unco land,
Where wind never blew, nor cocks ever crew,
Ohon for my son, Leesome Brand!

Awa to that king's court he went,
It was to serve for meat an fee;
Gude red gowd it was his hire,
And lang in that king's court stayd he.

He hadna been in that unco land
But only twallmonths twa or three,
Till by the glancing o his ee,
He gaind the love o a gay ladye.

This ladye was scarce eleven years auld,
When on her love she was right bauld;
She was scarce up to my right knee,

My dear brother Ned,
We are knock'd on the head,
No more let America boast;
We may all go to bed,
And that 's enough said,
For the South Carolina we 've lost.

The pride of our eyes,
I swear is a prize,
You never will see her again,
Unless thro' surprise,
You are brought where she lies,
A prisoner from the false main.

Oh Lord! what a sight!—
I was struck with affright,
When the Diomede's shot round us fell,
I feared that in spite,
They'd have slain us outright,
And sent us directly to h—l.

The Quebec did fire,

A CROSS the foaming river
—The old bridge bends its bow;
My father's fathers built it
—In ages long ago.

They never left the farmstead
—Past which the waters curled,
Why should one ever wander
—When here is all the world:

Family, friends and garden;
—Small fields of rice and tea;
The cattle in the meadow;
—The birds in stream and tree;

The pageant of the seasons
—As the slow years go by;
Between the peaks above us
—An azure bridge of sky.

The dead they live and linger
—In each familiar place

I sang as one
Who on a tilting deck sings
To keep their courage up, though the wave hangs
That shall cut off their sun.

As storm-cocks sing,
Flinging their natural answer in the wind's teeth,
And care not if it is waste of breath
Or birth-carol of spring.

As ocean-flyer clings
To height, to the last drop of spirit driving on
While yet ahead is land to be won
And work for wings.

Singing I was at peace,
Above the clouds, outside the ring:
For sorrow finds a swift release in song
And pride its poise.

Yet living here,

Light you down, light you down, love Henry, she said,
And stay all night with me;
For I have a bed and a fireside too,
And a candle burning bright.

I can't get down, nor I won't get down
And stay all night with thee,
For that little girl in the old Declarn
Would think so hard of me.

I will get down and I can get down
And stay all night with thee,
For there's no little girl in the old Declarn
That I love any better than thee.

But he slided down from his saddle skirts
For to kiss her snowy white cheek,

Dark waters into crystalline brilliance break
About the keel as, through the moonless night,
The dark ship moves in its own moving lake
Of phosphorescent cold moon-coloured light;
And to the clear horizon all around
Drift pools of fiery beryl flashing bright,
As though unquenchably burning cold and white
A million moons in the night of waters drowned.

And staring at the magic with eyes adream
That never till now have looked upon the sea,
Boys from the Middle West lounge listlessly
In the unlanthorned darkness, boys who go,