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

My heart is a pomegranate full of… To crimson with sunshine and swell… Warmed by your smile and besprent… See, it has opened for you!

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 am no mystic. All the ways of G… Are dark to me. I know not if he lived or if he di… In agony. My every act has reference to man.

Little girls, You are gay, Little factory girls, At the end of your day. There you stand,

One summer day, along the street, Men pruned the gums To make them neat. The tender branches, white with fl… Lay in the sun

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.

I made a heaven for you filled wit… Each star a song Meant to give happy music to your… Day and night long. But in your workshop you are close…

Tall trees along the road, I never saw you Last year in summertime. He came before you With his blue eyes.

I was sad Having signed up in a rebel band, Having signed up to rid the land Of a plague it had. For I knew

I lie in the dark Grass beneath and you above me, Curved like the sky, Insistent that you love me. But the high stars

O little plum tree in the garden,… Aflower again, With memories of a million springs… Brief years of pain. O little tree, you have the power…

When Gertie came in To work today She was much less weary And far more gay. We asked her the reason

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’m not his wife. I am his paramo… His wayside love, picked up in jou… Rose of the hedgerows; fragrant, t… Me down beside the ditch, a droope… Some country boy may stick into hi…