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…

Somebody brought in lilac, Lilac after rain. Isn’t it strange, belovéd of mine You’ll not see it again? Lilac glad with the sun on it

When I am so worn out I cannot sl… And yet I know I have to work nex… Or lose my job, I sometimes have… To one long dead, who listens when… I ask Saint Rose of Lima for the…

We watched the dawn breaking acros… While just above us hung the eveni… The nearer waters took a hint of w… And clouds and waves together mass… Narrowed our morning world of pall…

O you, dear trees, you have learne… You must have studied this only th… Men have thought of God and laugh… And of love. And of song. But you, dear trees, from your bir…

I hated them when I was four year… The bright pink berries on the pep… And now they seem quite beautiful… My tower of dreams when I was fou… Was such a tree. Its branches hid…

Pat wasn’t Pat last night at all. He was the rain, The Spring, Young Dionysus, white and warm, Lilac and everything.

I dare not leave the splendid town To go where morning meadows are, For somewhere here the Future’s h… In factory, shop, or liquor bar. And when the picture shows are clo…

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

I like the riders Clad in rose and blue; Their colours glitter And their horses too. Swift go the riders

I can’t feel the sunshine Or see the stars aright For thinking of her beauty And her kisses bright. She would let me kiss her

I hate work so That I have found a way Of making one small task outlast t… I will not leave The garden and the sun,

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

When I get up to light the fire, And dress with all the speed I ma… By candle-light, I dread the hour… That go to make a single day. But then I leave my room, and see

Just now, as warm day faded from o… Hosts of archangels, fleet On lighting-winged feet Passed by, all glimmering in the b… Sweet angels, bringing no blinding…