With swift Great sweep of her Magnificent arm my pain Clanged back the doors that shut m… From life.

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…

The long night through and still a… Estranged from eyes that very wear… Makes blind to dawn.

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…

I make my shroud, but no one knows… So shimmering fine it is and fair, With stitches set in even rows, I make my shroud, but no one knows… In door-way where the lilac blows,

A-sway, On red rose, A golden butterfly. . And on my heart a butterfly Night-wing’d.

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

Still as On windless nights The moon-cast shadows are, So still will be my heart when I Am dead.

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

‘WHY do You thus devise Evil against her?’ ‘For that She is beautiful, delicate; Therefore.’

Seen on a night in November How frail Above the bulk Of crashing water hangs, Autumn, evanescent, wan,

Joy! Joy! Joy! The hills are glad, The valleys re-echo with merriment… In my heart is the sound of laught… And my feet dance to the time of i…

I have no heart for noon-tide and… But I will take me where more ten… Shakes, fold on fold, her dewy dar… And shelters me that I may weep i… And feel no pitying eyes, and hear…

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

I know Not these my hands And yet I think there was A woman like me once had hands Like these.