SOMETIMES when I am at tea wi… I catch my breath At a thought that is old as the wo… And more bitter than death. It is that the spoon that you just…

AND now it is all to be done over… And what will come of it only God… What has become of the furrows plo… And the plants set row on row? Where are the lines of beautiful b…

THE barberry bright, the barberry… It stood on the mantelpiece becaus… Its stems were slender and thorny… And it looked most beautiful again… But Michael climbed up there in s…

WHEN a storm comes up at night a… When the trees are moaning like ma… I wake in fear and put out my hand… With your name on my lips. No pain that the heart can hold is…

WHY don’t you go back to the sea,… I am not one who would hold you; The sea is the woman you really lo… So let hers be the arms that fold… Your bright blue eyes are sailor’s…

I HAVE a harp of many strings But two are enough for me: One is for love and one for death; And what would the third one be? Before I learn another note

SMILINGLY, out of my pain, I have woven a little song; You may take it away with you. I shall not sing it again, But when you have learned it throu…

HERE where each road-worn one Rests till the night is done, In the grey dawning I saw my hors… And as I left the inn With his smooth face of sin

Kenton and Deborah, Michael and… These are fine children as all the… But into my arms in my dreams ever… Come Peter and Christopher, Fait… Kenton is tropical, Rose is pure…

I SHEATH my sword. In mercy go… Turn back from me your hopeless ey… For in them all my anger dies: I cannot face a beaten foe. My cause was just, the fight was s…

I’M glad I have but a little hear… For my heart is very small’€“ It makes it free to come and go And no one cares at all. I give my heart for a tender word,

I know you are too dear to stay; You are so exquisitely sweet: My lonely house will thrill some d… To echoes of your eager feet. I hold your words within my heart,

A wind rose in the night, (She had always feared it so!) Sorrow plucked at my heart And I could not help but go. Softly I went and stood

THE heart knoweth? If this be tr… Then the thing that I bear in my… For it knows no more than a hollow… That answers to every wind. I am sick of the thing! I think w…

ONCE I knelt in my shining mail Here by Thine altar all the night… My heart beat proudly, my prayer r… But I looked to my armor to win t… God, my lance was a broken reed,