Shylock reasons with Mr. Chesterton, and other poems

Only this--that when I come to sleeping And later men appraise me in the quarrels Of poets and the bays, tell them I’m keeping No bays, but at my heart a lover’s laurels.

There was no star in the East the night I came With spikenard in hushed Jerusalem-- But a light in an upper chamber dimly lit Was star enough--I would have followed it Through l...

What is there left? The wind makes answer “I saw the green leaves grow brown and fall; I danced with the shadows, I the dancer Among bare branches. For I,” he saith, “Hear the t...