Sometimes I am too tired To think of you. Today was such a day, But then I knew Today, for certain, you’d be weary…

You may have other loves, Red mouths to kiss. Why should you lose That loveliness for this? No loveliness of mine

The sun’s my fire. Golden, from a magnificence of blu… Should be its hue. But woolly clouds, Like boarding-house old ladies, co…

Tall trees along the road, I never saw you Last year in summertime. He came before you With his blue eyes.

There’s a band in the street, ther… It will play you a tune for a penn… It will play you a tune, you a tun… And you, though you haven’t got an… For the music’s free, and the musi…

My Man Says I weigh about four ounces, Says I must have hollow legs.

He looks in my heart and the image… Is himself, himself, than himself… And he thinks of my heart as a mir… To reflect the image I hold most… But my heart is much more like a s…

Sometimes I lose My power of loving for an hour or… Then I misuse My knowledge of friends’ secrets t… Them far more heartily than others…

I am no mystic. All the ways of G… Are dark to me. I know not if he lived or if he di… In agony. My every act has reference to man.

Each morning I pass on my way to… A clock in a tower And I look towards it with anxiou… To make sure of the hour. But the sun gets up at the back of…

I have two wings To raise me to the skies. Withouten these My soul could never rise. My shining friends,

My window pane is broken Just a bit Where the small curtain doesn’t Cover it. And in the afternoon

They say—priests say— That God loves the world. Maybe he does, When the dew is pearl’d On the emerald grass,

O sweet and fair! These words are… O sweet and fair! A year ago I’ld… Some better words of praise Than sweet and fair. O sweet and fair, and weak, and mo…

They say she was a creature of the… A lover of the angels, silence bou… She sought no friendships. She wa… Her sister Charlotte found. I know she nursed her brother till…