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…

This morning I got up before the… Had seized the hill, And scrambled heart-hot, noisy, pa… In sleep laid still. There they lay helpless under the…

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…

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 thought I heard something move… When I was alone in bed. And I was afraid . . . and I was… I lay—I quaked for dread. Then all of a sudden the rain bega…

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…

My mission in the world Is to prolong Rapture by turning it Into a song. A song of liberty

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 came to live in Sophia Street, In a little house in Sophia Stree… With an inch of floor Between door and door And a yard you’d measure in childr…

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

I cannot be tricked out in lovely… All times, all days. My mind has moods of hating pearl… And jewel-blaze. Nor is the body worthily attired

Emmie, Emmie Adams, With her insolent air, Tied a little bit of rag In her yellow hair. When Lena, wondering,

They are so glad of a young compan… They hail and bless me, these boys… And I whose pathway was dark and… Have no more need of the sun to sh… We’ll walk in darkness, obscure, d…

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…

Whenever I think of you, you are… Shut by yourself between Great walls of stone. There is a stool, I think, and a… And a mat underneath your feet;