I dreamed as in my bed I lay,

The cry of a child by the roadway,The creak of a lumbering cart,The heavy steps of the ploughman,splashing the wintry mould,Are wronging your image that blossomsA rose in the deeps of my heart.The wrong of unshapely thingsIs a wrong too great to be told;I hunger to build them anewAnd sit on a green knoll apart,With…

Night resonance recedes, night walkers’ songAfter great cathedral gong;A starlit or a moonlit dome disdainsAll that man is,All mere complexities,The fury and the mire of human veins.Before me floats an image, man or shade,Shade more than man, more image than a shade;For Hades’ bobbin bound in mummy-clothMay unwind the winding path;A mouth that has no…

There’s no man may look upon her, no man,As when newly grown to be a woman,Tall and noble but with face and bosomDelicate in colour as apple blossom.This beauty’s kinder, yet for a reasonI could weep that the old is out of season.

‘That is an insult to us.’But the oldest of all the dolls,Who had seen, being kept for show,Generations of his sort,Out-screams the whole shelf: ‘AlthoughThere’s not a man can reportEvil of this place,The man and the woman bringHither, to our disgrace,A noisy and filthy thing.’Hearing him groan and stretchThe doll-maker’s wife is awareHer husband has…

We have no gift to set a statesman right;He has had enough of medding who can pleaseA young girl in the indolence of her youth,Or an old man upon a winter’s night.

Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhereThe ceremony of innocence is drowned;The best lack all conviction, while the worstAre full of passionate intensity.Surely some revelation is at hand;Surely the Second Coming is at hand.The Second Coming! Hardly are those words outWhen a vast…