O great golden head lie in my lap, Sweet, sweet, lie there. Sleep and I’ll watch thee lest ev… Sweet, sweet and fair. O great golden head lie on my brea…

You want a lily And you plead with me ‘Give me my lily back.’ I went to see A friend last night and on her man…

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!

I saw a flight of sparrows through… Oh, let us rise Out of the weaknesses of our despa… To burning skies. Let us take wings for flight from…

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,

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?

All through the day at my machine There still keeps going A strange little tune through hear… As I sit sewing: ‘There is a child in Hungary,

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?

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

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

I do hate the folk I love– They hurt so. Their least word and act may be Source of woe. ‘Won’t you come to tea with me?’

Sometimes the skirts I push throu… Spread circlewise, strong petalled… And look for the rapt moment of a… Like Buddha’s robe. And I, caught up out of the workr…

The people have drunk the wine of… In the streets of town. They smile as they drift with hear… Uphill and down. The people have drunk the wine of…

They have a few little hours To study the world’€” Its lovely absence of clouds, Or the thunderbolts hurled By hidden powers’€”

‘I want a parlourmaid.’ ‘Well, let me see If you were God, what kind of mai… ‘She would be tall, She would be fair,