In this little school Life goes so sweetly, Day on azure day Is lost completely. No one thinks too much,

Every night I hurry home to see If a letter’s there from you to me… Every night I bow my head and say… ‘There’s no word at all from him t…

Maisie’s been holding down her hea… Her little red head. And her poin… Rests on her neck that slips so so… The square-cut low-necked darling… In such a way, since it’s high-wai…

We climbed that hill, The road flushed red in pride At being beauty’s boundary. Eithe… Stretched beauty, beauty ever, bea… For on the left

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

They say—priests say— That God loves the world. Maybe he does, When the dew is pearl’d On the emerald grass,

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

My friend declares Being woman and virgin she Takes small account of periodicity And she is right. Her days are calmly spent

I like the riders Clad in rose and blue; Their colours glitter And their horses too. Swift go the riders

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

Somebody brought in lilac, Lilac after rain. Isn’t it strange, belovéd of mine You’ll not see it again? Lilac glad with the sun on it

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…

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 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

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