ContentsToaPoetathousandyearshenceRiouperouxTheTownwithoutaMarketTheBalledofCamdenTownMignonFelodeseTenebrisInterlucentemInvitationtoayoungbutlearnedfriend……
BalledoftheLondonerTheFirstSonnetofBathrolaireTheSecondSonnetofBathrolaireTheMasqueoftheMagiTheBalledofHampsteadHeathLitanytoSatanTheTranslatorandtheChildrenOpportunityDestroyerofShips，Men，CitiesWarSongoftheSaracensJosephandMaryNoCoward\'sSongAWesternVoyageFountainsTheWelshSeaOxfordCanalHialmarspeakstotheRavenTheBalladoftheStudentintheSouthTheQueen\'ssongLordArnaldosWethatwerefriendsMyFriendIdealMaryMagdalenIrosefromdreamlesshoursPrayerAMiracleofBethlehemGravisDulcisImmutabilisPillageTheBalladofZachoPavlovnainLondonTheSentimentalistDonJuaninHellTheBalladofIskanderTOAPOET
ATHOUSANDYEARSHENCE
Iwhoamdeadathousandyears，Andwrotethissweetarchaicsong，SendyoumywordsformessengersThewayIshallnotpassalong。
Icarenotifyoubridgetheseas，Orridesecurethecruelsky，OrbuildconsummatepalacesOfmetalorofmasonry。
Buthaveyouwineandmusicstill，Andstatuesandabrighteyedlove，Andfoolishthoughtsofgoodandill，Andprayerstothemwhositabove？
Howshallweconquer？LikeawindThatfallsateveourfanciesblow，AndoldMoeonidestheblindSaiditthreethousandyearsago。
Ofriendunseen，unborn，unknown，StudentofoursweetEnglishtongue，Readoutmywordsatnight，alone:
Iwasapoet，Iwasyoung。
SinceIcanneverseeyourface，Andnevershakeyoubythehand，IsendmysoulthroughtimeandspaceTogreetyou。Youwillunderstand。
RIOUPEROUX
HighandsolemnmountainsguardRiouperoux，Smalluntidyvillagewheretheriverdrivesamill:
Frailaswoodanemones，whiteandfrailwereyou，Anddroopingalittle，liketheslenderdaffodil。
OhIwillgotoFranceagain，andtrampthevalleythrough，AndIwillchangethesegentleclothesforclogandcorduroy，AndworkwiththemillhandsofblackRiouperoux，Andwalkwithyou，andtalkwithyou，likeanyotherboy。
THETOWNWITHOUTAMARKET
ThereliesafarbehindawesternhillTheTownwithoutaMarket，whiteandstill;
ForsixfeetlongandnotathirdashighArethosesmallhabitations。TherestoodI，WaitingtohearthecitizensbeneathMurmurandsighandspeakthroughtonguelessteeth。
WhenalltheworldlayburninginthesunIheardtheirvoicesspeaktome。Saidone:
\"BrightlightsIlovedandcolours，IwhofindThatdeathisdarkness，andhasstruckmeblind。\"
Anothercried:\"Iusedtosingandplay，Butheretheworldissilent，daybyday。\"
Andone:\"OnearthIcouldnotseeorhear，ButwithmyfingerstouchedwhatIwasnear，Andknewthingsroundandsoft，andbrassfromgold，Anddippedmyhandinwater，tofeelcold，Andthoughtthegravewouldcureme，andwasgladWhenthetimecametolosewhatjoyIhad。\"
SoonallthevoicesofahundreddeadShoutedinwrathtogether。Someonesaid，\"Icarenot，butthegirlwassweettokissAteveninginthemeadows。\"\"Harditis\"
Anothercried，\"tohearnohuntinghorn。
Ahme！thehorse，thehounds，andthegreatgreymornWhenIrodeoutahunting。\"Andonesighed，\"IdidnotseemysonbeforeIdied。\"
Aboysaid，\"Iwasstrongandswifttorun:
Nowtheyhavetiedmyfeet:whathaveIdone？\"
Aman，\"ButitwasgoodtoarmandfightAndstormtheircitiesinthedeadofnight。\"
Anoldmansaid，\"Ireadmybooksallday，Butdeathhastakenallmybooksaway。\"
Andone，\"ThepopesandprophetsdidnotwellTocheatpoordeadmenwithfalsehopesofhell。
BetterthewhipsoffirethathissandrendThanpainlessvoidproceedingtonoend。\"
Ismiledtohearthemrestless，IwhosoughtPeace。ForIhadnotloved，Ihadnotfought，Andbooksarevanities，andmanlystrengthAgatheredflower。Godgrantuspeaceatlength！
Iheardnomore，andturnedtoleavetheirtownBeforethechillcame，andthesunwentdown。
Thenroseawhisper，andIseemedtoknowAtimorousman，buriedlongyearsago。
\"OnEarthIusedtoshapetheThingthatseems。
Masterofallmen，givemebackmydreams。
Givemethatworldthatneverfailedmethen，ThehillsImadeandpeopledwithtallmen，ThepalacethatIbuiltandcalledmyhome，MycitieswhichcouldbreaktheprideofRome，Thethreequeenshiddeninthesacredtree，Andthosewhitecloudyfolkwhosangtome。
Odeath，whyhastthoucoveredmesodeep？
Iwasthysister\'schild，thefriendofSleep。\"
Thensaidmyheart，Deathtakesandcannotgive。
Darkwithnodreamishateful:letmelive！
THEBALLADOFCAMDENTOWN
IwalkedwithMaisielongyearsbackThestreetsofCamdenTown，Isplendidinmysuitofblack，Andshedivineinbrown。
Herswasaproudandnobleface，Asecretheart，andeyesLikewaterinalonelyplaceBeneathuncloudedskies。
Abed，achest，afadedmat，Andbrokenchairsafew，WereallwehadtograceourflatInHazelAvenue。
ButIcouldwalktoHampsteadHeath，Andcrownherheadwithdaisies，Andwatchthestreamingworldbeneath，AndmenwithotherMaisies。
WhenIwasillandshewaspaleAndemptystoodourstore，Sheleftthelatchkeyonitsnail，Andsawmenevermore。
PerhapsshecastherselfawayLestbothofusshoulddrown:
Perhapsshefearedtodie，astheyWhodieinCamdenTown。
Whatcameofher？ThebitternightsDestroytheroseandlily，AndsoulsarelostamongthelightsOfpaintedPiccadilly。
Whatcameofher？TheriverflowsSodeepandwideandstilly，AndwaitstocatchthefallenroseAndclaspthebrokenlily。
IdreamshedwellsinLondonstillAndbreathestheeveningair，AndoftenwalktoPrimroseHill，Andhopetomeetherthere。