OF JACOPO DEL SELLAIO This man knew out the secret ways of love, No man could paint such things who did not know. And now she's gone, who was his Cyprian, And you are here, who are "The Isles" to me. And here's the thing that lasts the whole thing out: The eyes of this dead lady speak to me. THE RETURN See, they return; ah, see the tentative Movements, and the slow feet, The trouble in the pace and the uncertain Wavering! See, they return, one, and by one, With fear, as half-awakened; As if the snow should hesitate And murmur in the wind, and half turn back; These were the "Wing'd-with-Awe," Inviolable. Gods of the wingèd shoe! With them the silver hounds, sniffing the trace of air! Haie! Haie! These were the swift to harry; These the keen-scented; These were the souls of blood. Slow on the leash, pallid the leash-men. EFFECTS OF MUSIC UPON A COMPANY OF PEOPLE I DEUX MOVEMENTS 1. Temple qui fut. 2. Poissons d'or. 1 A soul curls back, Their souls like petals, Thin, long, spiral, Like those of a chrysanthemum curl Smoke-like up and back from the Vavicel, the calyx, Pale green, pale gold, transparent, Green of plasma, rose-white, Spirate like smoke, Curled, Vibrating, Slowly, waving slowly. O Flower animate! O calyx! O crowd of foolish people! 2 The petals! On the tip of each the figure Delicate. See, they dance, step to step. Flora to festival, Twine, bend, bow, Frolic involve ye. Woven the step, Woven the tread, the moving. Ribands they move, Wave, bow to the centre. Pause, rise, deepen in colour, And fold in drowsily. II FROM A THING BY SCHUMANN Breast high, floating and welling Their soul, moving beneath the satin, Plied the gold threads, Pushed at the gauze above it. The notes beat upon this, Beat and indented it; Rain dropped and came and fell upon this, Hail and snow, My sight gone in the flurry! And then across the white silken, Bellied up, as a sail bellies to the wind, Over the fluid tenuous, diaphanous, Over this curled a wave, greenish, Mounted and overwhelmed it. This membrane floating above, And bellied out by the up-pressing soul. Then came a mer-host, And after them legion of Romans, The usual, dull, theatrical! 

Movements, and the slow feet,

The trouble in the pace and the uncertain

Wavering!

and half turn back;

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