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Just now, as warm day faded from o… Hosts of archangels, fleet On lighting-winged feet Passed by, all glimmering in the b… Sweet angels, bringing no blinding…
Across the sea Come homeward ships With freight of boys. And still must we Forgo the joys
‘I want a parlourmaid.’ ‘Well, let me see If you were God, what kind of mai… ‘She would be tall, She would be fair,
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.
We’ve a room That we call home, With a bed in it, And a table And some chairs,
Today I saw A market cart going along the road… High-piled and creaking with a son… Of cabbages. The driver sat
Pat wasn’t Pat last night at all. He was the rain, The Spring, Young Dionysus, white and warm, Lilac and everything.
There’s a band in the street, ther… It will play you a tune for a penn… It will play you a tune, you a tun… And you, though you haven’t got an… For the music’s free, and the musi…
I had a lover who betrayed me. First he implored and then gainsai… Hopeless I dared no more importun… I found new friends, a kinder fort… Silence, indifference did greet me…
Today I’d like to be a nun And go and say My rosary beneath the trees out th… In this shy sun
Sometimes I can see When I teach Half my children talk Each to each. Then I almost wish
Emmie, Emmie Adams, With her insolent air, Tied a little bit of rag In her yellow hair. When Lena, wondering,
Each day I sit in an ill-lighted… To teach a boy; For one hour by the clock great wo… Are our employ. We read St Agnes’ Eve and that m…
Today they made a bonfire Close to the cherry tree And smoke like incense drifted Through the white tracery. I think the gardener really
Our palm designed to grow In deserts, sent roots seeking far… Channels where waters flow. And in the city found Intricate pipings where the waters…