Once I smiled when I saw you, whe… And the joy of my heart was as foa… But the smile of your eyes grows s… Trembles back to my heart, and my… Once you laughed when you met me,…

The shadows of the gaslit wings Come softly crawling down our way; Before the curtain someone sings, The music sounds from far away; I lounge beside you in the wings.

A beggar died last night; his soul Went up to God, and said: ‘I come uncalled, forgive it, Lor… I died for want of bread.’ Then answered him the Lord of hea…

Praise God, who wrought for you a… Your subtle body made for love; God, who from all eternity Willed our divided ways should mov… Together, and our love should be.

Under the shadow of the trees We sat together, you and I; Our hearts were sweetly ill at eas… Under the shadow of the trees. In the green circle of the grass

It is already Autumn, and not in… The leaves are on the ground, Green leaves untimely browned, The leaves bereft of Summer, my h… Swift, in the masque of seasons, t…

Beautiful demon, O veil those eye… Cover your breasts that are whiter… With dewy buds of the magical rose… Veil your lips from the shining of… As a rose growing up from hell you…

In the fields and the lanes again! There’s a bird that sings in my ea… Messages, messages; The green cool song that I long t… It pipes to me out of a tree

Your kisses, and the way you curl, Delicious and distracting girl, Into one’s arms, and round about, Luxuriously in and out Twining inextricably, as twine

I did not know; child, child, I d… Who now in lonely wayfare go, Who wander lonely of you, O my ch… And by myself exiled. I did not know, but, O white soul…

When a girl’s fancy flutters to a… It is but as a bird that flies and… She has a winged thing’s April me… Of sunshine, and the morning Spri… Love at her heart, importuning a t…

Mauve, black, and rose, The veils of the jewel, and she, t… First, the pallor of mauve, A soft flood flowing about the bod… Then, the flush of the rose,

The feverish room and that white b… The tumbled skirts upon a chair, The novel flung half-open where Hat, hair-pins, puffs, and paints,… The mirror that has sucked your fa…

When I am old, and think of the o… And warm my hands before a little… Having forgotten love, hope, fear,… I shall see, smiling out of the pa… One face, mysterious and exquisite…

But to have lain upon the grass One perfect day, one perfect hour, Beholding all things mortal pass Into the quiet of green grass; But to have lain and loved the sun…