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.

The lilies in the garden walk Are out today. The nuns all came to look at them, To look and say They wouldn’t last to deck the cri…

Today I saw A market cart going along the road… High-piled and creaking with a son… Of cabbages. The driver sat

They used to say Our mother brought us up like hot-… From day to day Such wondrous cares were ours Her love inspired.

What were the good of stars if non… But mariners, astronomers and such… The sun and moon and stars were ma… I know that much.

I must be dreaming through the day… And see the world with childish ey… If I’d go singing all my life And my songs be wise And in the kitchen or the house

If you have loved a brave story Tell it but rarely; And, with due faith in its glory, Render it barely. Then must the listener, hearing

I in the library, Looking for books to read, Pulled one out twice to see If it fulfilled my need. Butler had written this

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…

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

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…

He has a fairy wife. He does not know her. She is the heart of the storm, Of the clouds that lower. And as the clouds are torn

If I had six white horses And six sturdy friends, I’d sell them into slavery, If that would gain your ends. I’d sell them into slavery,

He: That isn’t you. She: It’s me, in my blue skirt And scarlet coat and little golden… He: Not good enough. She: Well, burn it if you choose

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