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…

You who are dead, Do you know They’ve dug up half the irises That used to grow Here in the quadrangle a year ago?

I think each year should bring Little fresh songs Like flowers in spring. That they might deck the hours For a brief while

I love to see Her looking up at me, Stretched on a bed In her pink dressing gown, Her arms above her head,

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…

They have a few little hours To study the world’€” Its lovely absence of clouds, Or the thunderbolts hurled By hidden powers’€”

Sometimes I wish that I were Hel… And wise as Pallas, That I might have most royal gift… In love’s sweet chalice. Then I reflect my dear love is no…

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,

When I was still a child I thought my love would be Noble, truthful, brave, And very kind to me. Then all the novels said

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.

A lady and I were walking Where waters flow; A lady and I were talking Softly and slow. This is what you were saying,

I have a sister whom God gave to… He formed her out of trouble and t… Like Aphrodite, she came to me fu… Oh, I am blest forever with a sis…

One comes to love the little saint… As years go by. One learns to love the little sain… ‘O hear me sigh, St. Anthony,

The love I look for Could not come from you. My mind is set to fall At Peterloo. But you’ld protect me,

He has a fairy wife. He does not know her. She is the heart of the storm, Of the clouds that lower. And as the clouds are torn