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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 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
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;
I’m like all lovers, wanting love… A very mighty thing for you and me… In certain moods your love should… That burnt your very life up in de… The only kind of love then to my m…
Today is rebels’ day. And yet we… All of us rebels, until day is don… And when the stars come out we cel… A revolution that’s not yet begun. Today is rebels’ day. And men in…
When I go up to work the young bl… Has not awaked from dreams: It fades to meet the blue sky mist… It gleams. I say,
Today I saw A market cart going along the road… High-piled and creaking with a son… Of cabbages. The driver sat
Up in my room on my unmade bed I sat and read. There was work waiting for me belo… I didn’t go. For in my little green room the so…
Now all the lovely days are past, The hours of sun and leagues of se… And starry nights that lay between Yourself and me. Our boat has left the sea behind.
When I was a child, I felt the fairies’ power. Of a sudden my dry life Would burst into flower. The skies were my path,
Do you remember still the little s… I mumbled on the hill at Aura, ho… I told you it was made for Katie’… When I was fresh from school and… With all the strength of girlhood?…
You, whom the grave cannot bind, Shall a song hold you? Still you escape from the mesh Spun to enfold you. Your woven texture of flesh
She is not of the fireside, My lovely love; Nor books, nor even a cradle, She bends above. No, she is bent with lashes,
Emmie, Emmie Adams, With her insolent air, Tied a little bit of rag In her yellow hair. When Lena, wondering,
I know a room that’s dark in dayti… No sunbeams light it, Whether in months of gloom or mont… So people slight it. Yet in the noon of each succeeding…