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

Every day Miss Mary goes her roun… Through the splendid house and thr… Looking if the kitchen table’s whi… Seeing if the great big fire’s ali… Finding specks on shining pans and…

‘Raging winter wind Let loose in springtime What is the message your cold touc… Spite of days and dreams, Warm and easy and sublime,

Though I had lost my love, The hills could calm me. Deep in a woodland grove No loss could harm me. But when I came to town,

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…

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

They say—priests say— That God loves the world. Maybe he does, When the dew is pearl’d On the emerald grass,

Dearest, dearest, Bother the slow hours That hold and keep me From the leafy bowers You make more lovely than a storm…

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

The sun’s my fire. Golden, from a magnificence of blu… Should be its hue. But woolly clouds, Like boarding-house old ladies, co…

I read a statement in a newspaper That Twentyman, the manufacturer, Found it was cheaper to deliver go… By horse and lorry than by motor-t… Or motor-van. So he had sold his…

I hate work so That I have found a way Of making one small task outlast t… I will not leave The garden and the sun,

I’ve had no man To guard and shelter me, Guide and instruct me From mine infancy. No lord of earth

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?

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…