With the old when I consort
Jest and sport they straight lay by;
When with frolic youth I am flung,
Maddest of the young am I.




THE CHURCH BELL IN THE NIGHT


Sweet little bell, sweet little bell,
Struck long and well upon the wind,
I'd rather tryst with thee to-night
Than any maiden light of mind.





THE CRUCIFIXION


At the first bird's early crying,
They began Thy Crucifying,
O Thou of face as woeful wan,
As the far-flown winter swan.

Sore the suffering and the shame