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

Rain, and the night, and the old f… And the archway dim, and the roadw… Faces that pass, and faces, and mo… Renée! come, for I wait. Pallid out of the darkness, adorab…

The moonlight touched the sombre w… Beneath the bridge ’twas darker.… She shivered. Her poor shawl was… And she was desolate, and it was n… The slow canal crept onward; to he…

They pass upon their old, tremulou… Creeping with little satchels down… And they remember, many years ago, Passing that way in silks. They w… And solitary, through the city way…

Roses and rose-buds, red and white… Nestled between your breasts to-ni… And, lying there with drowsy breat… Sweetly resigned themselves to dea… Ah, cruel child! that would not so

Only to live, only to be In Venice, is enough for me. To be a beggar, and to lie At home beneath the equal sky, To feel the sun, to drink the nigh…

Olivier Metra’s Waltz of Roses Sheds in a rhythmic shower The very petals of the flower; And all is roses, The rouge of petals in a shower.

I know not how our eyes first met, I only know that, night by night, For one long instant we forget All but our instant of delight. Child, I have never heard you spe…

I spoke to the pale and heavy-lidd… O pale and heavy-lidded woman, why… Pale as the dead, and what are you… And the woman answered me: I am p… For the dead have loved me, and I…

The pool glitters, the fishes leap… With joyous fins, and dive in the… I see the corn in sheaves, and the… And the cows coming down to the wa… Dragon-flies mailed in lapis and m…

I have loved colours, and not flow… Their motion, not the swallows win… And wasted more than half my hours Without the comradeship of things. How is it, now, that I can see,

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.

Behind the door, beyond the light, Who is it waits there in the night… When he has entered he will stand, Imposing with his silent hand Some silent thing upon the night.

These are the women whom no man ha… Year after year, day after day has… These hearts with many longings, a… And with content; they have receiv… With empty hands, expecting no goo…

The light of our cigarettes Went and came in the gloom: It was dark in the little room. Dark, and then, in the dark, Sudden, a flash, a glow,