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(IRIS.) DADDY dear, I’m only four And I’d rather not be more: Four’s the nicest age to be— Two and two, or one and three.
I HAVEN’T always acted good: I’ve taken things not meant for me… Not other people’s drink and food, But things they never seemed to se… I haven’t done the way I ought
Now the Spring is waking, Very shy as yet, Busy mending, making Grass and violet. Frowsy Winter’s over:
Before your feet, My love, my sweet, Behold! your slave bows down; And in his hands From other lands
G.T.A. BEFORE your life that is to com… Love stands with eager eyes, that… Seek to discern what gift may fit The slow unfolding years of it;
I PLUCKED the blossoms of deli… In many a wood and many a field, I made a garland fair and bright As any gardens yield. But when I sought the living tree
If you loved me I could trust you… While the sun shone and the wind b… To the utmost of the meshes of the… If you loved me, if you loved me—b… I love you—and I cannot trust you…
Go, since you must, but, Dearest,… That, Honour having bid you go, Your honour, if your life be spent… Shall have a costly monument. This heart, that fire and roses is
I was picking raspberries, my head… And he came behind and kissed me,… Says he, 'You take it easy! That… I love you hot as fire, my girl, a… So won’t you name the day?’
(Air: Carnaval de Venise) LET Housman sing of Severn shore… Of Thames let Arnold sing, But we will sing no river more Save this where crowbars ring.
The wind is crying in the night, Like a lost child; The waves break wonderful and whit… And wild. The drenched sea-poppies swoon alo…
The South is a dream of flowers With a jewel for sky and sea, Rose-crowns for the dancing hours, Gold fruits upon every tree; But cold from the North The wind…
ALL the flight of thoughts here,… Fluttering in the sun, between the… Wheeling, whirling, poising, lovel… How to cage the flying thoughts, m… Set a springe of rhyme, and hope t…
NOW the vexed clouds, wind-driven… Long leaning wings across the sea… The waves creep back bequeathing t… The treasure-house of their desert… And where the nearer waves curl wh…
Gray is the sea, and the skies are… They are ghosts of our blue, brigh… And gray are the breasts of the gu… Like tortured souls in an evil dre… There is white on the wings of the…