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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…
Once I thought my love was worth… If tears came. When the wound is mortal, now I k… Few tears flow.
Green and blue First-named of colours believe the… They first of colours by men were… This grass colour, tree colour, Sky colour, sea colour,
I have golden shoes To make me fleet. They are like the wind Underneath my feet. When my lover’s kiss
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…
Today I saw A market cart going along the road… High-piled and creaking with a son… Of cabbages. The driver sat
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…
We’ve a room That we call home, With a bed in it, And a table And some chairs,
Old memories waken old desires Infallibly. While we’re alive With eye or ear or sense at all, Sometimes, must love revive. But we’ll not think, when some str…
All through the day at my machine There still keeps going A strange little tune through hear… As I sit sewing: ‘There is a child in Hungary,
I dreamt last night That spring had come. Across green fields I saw a blur Of crimson-blossomed plum. I’ve never known
I bought a red hat To please my lover. He will hardly see it When he looks me over, Though it’s a fine hat.
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…
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…
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…