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…

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?

O little year, cram full of duty, Rapture and sorrow, too, Show me the way from old paths of… Into the fields of dew. Strange lorn fields where the moon…

I have to make a soul for one Who lost his soul in childhood’s h… And I’m not sure’€”not really sur… If I have power. I don’t know whether souls are mad…

Last night, in a dream, I felt th… Known to me of old; And there passed me, not much chan… Smiling, suffering, cold. This morning, I lay with closed l…

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.

Ours was a friendship in secret, m… Stolen from fate. I must be secret still, show mysel… Early and late. ‘Isn’t it sad he was killed!' I m…

They are so glad of a young compan… They hail and bless me, these boys… And I whose pathway was dark and… Have no more need of the sun to sh… We’ll walk in darkness, obscure, d…

‘I used to have dozens of handkerc… Of finest lawn. I used to have silk shirts and fin… He’s like a faun This darling out-at-elbows Irish…

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

I dreamt last night That spring had come. Across green fields I saw a blur Of crimson-blossomed plum. I’ve never known

Those must be masts of ships the g… On through the little gap in the p… So far away that seeing almost fai… Those must be masts, the lovely ma… Stripped bare of sails.

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…

My darling lies down in her soft w… And she laughs at me. Her laughter has flushed her pale… Her eyes dance with glee. My darling lies close in her warm…

I have two wings To raise me to the skies. Withouten these My soul could never rise. My shining friends,