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…

Just now, as warm day faded from o… Hosts of archangels, fleet On lighting-winged feet Passed by, all glimmering in the b… Sweet angels, bringing no blinding…

All day long We sew fine muslin up for you to w… Muslin that women wove for you els… A million strong. Just like flames,

Flowers have uncountable ways of p… Not solid, but moonlight or sunlig… Primroses strive for the colour of… Dew-besprent. Freesias are flames wherein light…

He has picked grapes in the sun.… Like a fairy tale, Like a tale of dreams. ‘He in his slender youth, with vin… Under a blazing sky’—

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…

The foot of my machine Sails up and down Upon the blue of this fine lady’s… Sail quickly, little boat, With gifts for me,

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

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…

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…

Those must be masts of ships the g… On through the little gap in the p… So far away that seeing almost fai… Those must be masts, the lovely ma… Stripped bare of sails.

Now I’ve been three days In the place where I am staying, I’ve taken up new ways’€” Land-owning and flute playing. There’s an orchard ground

Across the sea Come homeward ships With freight of boys. And still must we Forgo the joys

I hate work so That I have found a way Of making one small task outlast t… I will not leave The garden and the sun,

Today when you went up the hill And all that I could see Was just a speck of black and whit… Very far from me, It seemed more strange than words…