NOVEMBER NIGHT

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

TRIAD

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

SUSANNA AND THE ELDERS

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

THE GUARDED WOUND

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

THE WARNING

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


FATE DEFIED

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