I think each year should bring Little fresh songs Like flowers in spring. That they might deck the hours For a brief while

Through the swift night I go to my love. Tram bells are joy bells, Bidding us move On a golden path

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

My friend declares Being woman and virgin she Takes small account of periodicity And she is right. Her days are calmly spent

When I was a child, I felt the fairies’ power. Of a sudden my dry life Would burst into flower. The skies were my path,

Into old rhyme The new words come but shyly. Here’s a brave man Who sings of commerce dryly. Swift-gliding cars

Dearest, dearest, Bother the slow hours That hold and keep me From the leafy bowers You make more lovely than a storm…

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…

Once I thought my love was worth… If tears came. When the wound is mortal, now I k… Few tears flow.

There’s a little boy who lives nex… With hair like you, Pale, pale hair and a rose-white s… And his eyes are blue. When I get a chance I peep at him…

Cherry plum blossom in an old tin… Oh, it is lovely, beautiful and fa… With sun on it and little shadows… All in among the fragrant wonder t… Cherry plum blossom on the workroo…

Today they made a bonfire Close to the cherry tree And smoke like incense drifted Through the white tracery. I think the gardener really

Whenever I think of you, you are… Shut by yourself between Great walls of stone. There is a stool, I think, and a… And a mat underneath your feet;

Last night, in a dream, I felt th… Known to me of old; And there passed me, not much chan… Smiling, suffering, cold. This morning, I lay with closed l…

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