Come away from that tree
And its shadow grey as a stone...

Bathe in the pools of light
On the hillside shimmering--
Shining and wetted and warm in the sun-spray falling like golden rain--

But do not linger and look
At that bleak thing under the tree.

THE STAR

Last night
I watched a star fall like a great pearl into the sea,
Till my ego expanding encompassed sea and star,
Containing both as in a trembling cup.

THE TIDINGS
(Easter 1916)

Censored lies that mimic truth...
Censored truth as pale as fear...
My heart is like a rousing bell--
And but the dead to hear...

My heart is like a mother bird,
Circling ever higher,
And the nest-tree rimmed about
By a forest fire...