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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
When my lover put the sea between… And went wandering in Italy My poor silly heart miscalled his… ‘Leaving me’. Towns of Spain and Italy he staye…
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…
Into old rhyme The new words come but shyly. Here’s a brave man Who sings of commerce dryly. Swift-gliding cars
He: That isn’t you. She: It’s me, in my blue skirt And scarlet coat and little golden… He: Not good enough. She: Well, burn it if you choose
The love I look for Could not come from you. My mind is set to fall At Peterloo. But you’ld protect me,
Ours was a friendship in secret, m… Stolen from fate. I must be secret still, show mysel… Early and late. ‘Isn’t it sad he was killed!' I m…
When day is over I climb up the stair, Take off my dark dress, Pull down my hair, Open my window
‘I want a parlourmaid.’ ‘Well, let me see If you were God, what kind of mai… ‘She would be tall, She would be fair,
Dearest, dearest, Bother the slow hours That hold and keep me From the leafy bowers You make more lovely than a storm…
They have a few little hours To study the world’ Its lovely absence of clouds, Or the thunderbolts hurled By hidden powers’
Pink eucalyptus flowers (The flowers are out) Are scented honey sweet For bees to buzz about. Pink eucalyptus flowers
I sit at my machine, Hour long beside me Vera aged nin… Babbles her sweet and innocent tal… Her boy, she hopes, will prove Unlike his father in the act of lo…
You may have other loves, Red mouths to kiss. Why should you lose That loveliness for this? No loveliness of mine
This year I have seen autumn with… Glimpsed hitherto undreamt of myst… In the slow ripening of the town-b… Horse-chestnut lifting wide hands… And silver beech turned gold now w…