Once I thought my love was worth… If tears came. When the wound is mortal, now I k… Few tears flow.

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

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,

The strike’s done. The men won. The ships sail the sea To bring back What we lack,

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…

My lovely pixie, my good companion… You do not love me, bed-mate of mi… Save as a child loves, Careless of loving, Rather preferring raspberry wine.

And is love very strong where hono… Would the world ever speak of Lan… Or Tristram’s love had they put h… What would you think if Guinevere… And begged for kisses and had begg…

Each morning I pass on my way to… A clock in a tower And I look towards it with anxiou… To make sure of the hour. But the sun gets up at the back of…

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

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.

Green and blue First-named of colours believe the… They first of colours by men were… This grass colour, tree colour, Sky colour, sea colour,

I count the days until I see you,… But the days only. I dare not reckon up the nights an… I shall be lonely. But when at last I meet you, dear…

Pat wasn’t Pat last night at all. He was the rain, The Spring, Young Dionysus, white and warm, Lilac and everything.

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…

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