Not spring’s Thou art, but hers, Most cool, most virginal, Winter’s, with thy faint breath, t… Rose-tinged.

White doves of Cytherea, by your… Across the blue Heaven’s bluest h… And by your certain homing to Lov… Still to be true and ever true -…

Sun and wind and beat of sea, Great lands stretching endlessly’€… Where be bonds to bind the free? All the world was made for me!

Heard ye the maidens Went through the meadows, Early, O, early, While yet the dew was Wet on the grass?

A laggard in the rear of time’s sw… And one who loiters on an aimless… Through lands he knows not; lured… In secret paths where silence hold… And rust ascending wings. Roads m…

The morning is new and the skies a… The day cometh in with the sun and… Hasten, belov’ed! For see, while you were yet sleepi… The cool and virgin feet of dawn w…

All day, all day I brush My golden strands of hair; All day I wait and wait.. Ah, who is there? Who calls? Who calls? The gold

Reap, reap the grain and gather The sweet grapes from the vine; Our Lord’s mother is weeping, She hath nor bread nor wine; She is weeping. The Queen of Hea…

Art thou Not kin to him Who loved Mark’s wife and both Died for it? O, thou harper in Green woods?

Great Kings were dust and all the… Did my harp’s taut and burnished s… The fragrance of dead ladies’ love… Blew never down but for my lute.

What words Are left thee then Who hast squandered on thy Forgetfulness eternity’s I Love?

Than spring’s new scents The winter’s earliest wind Blows from the hills the first fai… Of Snow. Why have I

So may you sleep alway, My baby, my dear son: Amen, Amen, Amen. My baby, my dear son.

I have minded me Of the noon-day brightness, And the cricket’s drowsy Singing in the sunshine. . I have minded me

With night’s Dim veil and blue I will cover my eyes, I will bind close my eyes that are So weary.