Skeleton
A Chord of Colour
The Happy Man
The Unpardonable Sin
A Novelty
Ultimate
The Donkey
The Beatific Vision
The Hope of the Streets
Ecclesiastes
Song of the Children
The Fish
Gold Leaves
Thou Shalt Not Kill a Certain Evening
A Man and His Image
The Mariner
The Triumph of Man
Cyclopean
Joseph
Modern Elfland
Eternities
A Christmas Carol
Alone
King’s Cross Station
The Human Tree
To Them That Mourn
The Outlaw
Behind
The End of Fear
The Holy of Holies
The Mirror of Madmen
E. C. B.
The Desecraters
An Alliance
The Ancient of Days
The Last Masquerade
The Earth’s Shame
Vanity
The Lamp Post
The Pessimist
A Fairy Tale
A Portrait
Femina Contra Mundum
To a Certain Nation
The Praise of Dust
The Ballad of the Battle of Gibeon
‘Vulgarised'
The Ballad of God-Makers
At Night
The Woodcutter
Art Colours
The Two Women
The Wild Knight
Another tattered rhymster in the ring,With but the old plea to the sneering schools,That on him too, some secret night in springCame the old frenzy of a hundred foolsTo make some thing: the old want dark and deep,The thirst of men, the hunger of the stars,Since first it tinged even the Eternal's sleep,With monstrous dreams of trees and towns and mars.When all He made for the first time He saw,Scattering stars as misers shake their pelf.Then in the last strange wrath broke His own law,And made a graven image of Himself.
By the Babe Unborn
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If trees were tall and grasses short,
As in some crazy tale,
If here and there a sea were blue
Beyond the breaking pale,
