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Today they made a bonfire Close to the cherry tree And smoke like incense drifted Through the white tracery. I think the gardener really
I must be dreaming through the day… And see the world with childish ey… If I’d go singing all my life And my songs be wise And in the kitchen or the house
I think each year should bring Little fresh songs Like flowers in spring. That they might deck the hours For a brief while
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…
They say—priests say— That God loves the world. Maybe he does, When the dew is pearl’d On the emerald grass,
Sometimes I can see When I teach Half my children talk Each to each. Then I almost wish
I know more about flowers, And Pat knows about ships. ‘Schooner’ and 'barquentine’ Are words of note on his lips. Even 'schooner, barque-rigged’
All day long We sew fine muslin up for you to w… Muslin that women wove for you els… A million strong. Just like flames,
And is love very strong where hono… Would the world ever speak of Lan… Or Tristram’s love had they put h… What would you think if Guinevere… And begged for kisses and had begg…
Dearest, dearest, Bother the slow hours That hold and keep me From the leafy bowers You make more lovely than a storm…
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
I found an orchid in the valley fa… And named it for us both, And left it there. Two flowers upon one stem, white-s… I couldn’t pull them up,
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
I have to make a soul for one Who lost his soul in childhood’s h… And I’m not sure’not really sur… If I have power. I don’t know whether souls are mad…
We climbed that hill, The road flushed red in pride At being beauty’s boundary. Eithe… Stretched beauty, beauty ever, bea… For on the left