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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…
They say—priests say— That God loves the world. Maybe he does, When the dew is pearl’d On the emerald grass,
This evening I’m alone. I wish there’d be Someone to come along And talk to me. Yet out of all my friends
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…
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…
Into old rhyme The new words come but shyly. Here’s a brave man Who sings of commerce dryly. Swift-gliding cars
Today is rebels’ day. And yet we… All of us rebels, until day is don… And when the stars come out we cel… A revolution that’s not yet begun. Today is rebels’ day. And men in…
Tall trees along the road, I never saw you Last year in summertime. He came before you With his blue eyes.
Oh, oh Rosalie, Oh, oh Rosalie, What would you have of me? Oh, oh Rosalie. I have kisses fine,
We’ve a room That we call home, With a bed in it, And a table And some chairs,
When I am articled The Law decrees I shall devote my time To stating fees And learning about Actions
Standing on tiptoe, head back, eye… Upraised, Kate groped to reach th… Her sleeve slid up like darkness i… At gleam of dawn. Impatient with… For lack of inches, careless of he…
Frolic mountain winds Innocent and shy, Kiss my darling’s cheek As they scurry by. Little fragrant leaves
When my lover put the sea between… And went wandering in Italy My poor silly heart miscalled his… ‘Leaving me’. Towns of Spain and Italy he staye…
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.