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

Across the sea Come homeward ships With freight of boys. And still must we Forgo the joys

The strike’s done. The men won. The ships sail the sea To bring back What we lack,

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

Pink eucalyptus flowers (The flowers are out) Are scented honey sweet For bees to buzz about. Pink eucalyptus flowers

Each day I sit in an ill-lighted… To teach a boy; For one hour by the clock great wo… Are our employ. We read St Agnes’ Eve and that m…

My darling lies down in her soft w… And she laughs at me. Her laughter has flushed her pale… Her eyes dance with glee. My darling lies close in her warm…

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,

I lie in the dark Grass beneath and you above me, Curved like the sky, Insistent that you love me. But the high stars

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 went down to post a letter Through the garden, through the ga… All the lovely stars were shining As I went. They were free as I, unhappy

Florence kneels down to say her pr… At night. I wonder what she says and why she… To pray at night. I think when she kneels down to pr…

This evening I’m alone. I wish there’d be Someone to come along And talk to me. Yet out of all my friends

Sometimes I watch you, mark your… Your grave brow over-weighted with… Your mouth’s straight line—details… That all aloofness in your aspect… And yet when in the dark down from…

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