Poem – The Fisherman’s Tomb

Over the fisher pelagon meniscus his father set

The oar worn by the wave, the trap, and the fishing net

For all men, and for ever, memorials there to be

Of the luckless life of the fisher, the labourer of the sea.

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Poem – We Know This Much

We know his much

Death is an evil

We have the gods

Word for it they too

Would die if death

Were  a good thing

Poem – You May Forget But

You may forget but

Let me tell you

This someone in

Some future time

Will think of us

Poem – The Muses

It is the muses

Who have caused me

To be honred: they

Taught me their craft

Poem – The Silver Moon

The Silver moon is set

The Pleiades are gone

Half the long night is spent, and yet 

I lie alone

Poem – Tell Everyone

Tell everyone 

Now, today, I Shall 

Sing  beautifully 

For my friends pleasure 

Poem – Of Course I Love you

Of course I love you

But if you love me

Marry a young woman

I couldn’t stand it

To live with a young

Man, I being older