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’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,

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

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…

THE web flew out and floated wide… Poor lady! I was with her then. She gathered up her piteous pride, But she could never weave again. The mirror cracked from side to si…

HE has taken away the things that… Love and youth and the harp that k… Laughter alone is left of all the… Does He mean that I may fill my d… Or will it, too, slip through my f…

MY garden walks were smooth and g… And edged with box trees left and… An old grey sun-dial stood between Two rounded bee hives, low and whi… My hollyhocks grew tall and red,

THERE is no Rachel any more And so it does not really matter. Leah alone is left, and she Goes her own way inscrutably. Soft-eyed she goes, content to sca…

WHEN I was young my heart was ol… My heart was rich and very wise: Now all its wisdom has been told And all its wealth is fairy gold And all its joy futilities.

ALL my life I have loved where I… And always those whom I did not l… Only the God who made my wild hea… Why this should be. Oh, I am strange, inscrutable, an…

The thing that I am seeking I know I shall not find; A wistful voice is crying This sorrow in my mind. I know I shall not find it

IF I had loved you more God woul… He would never have left me here i… Left me to go on my knees to the d… Crying in vain for a little sight… How could I know that the earth w…

DEBORAH and Christopher brough… Kenton brought me buttercups with… But Michael brought an autumn lea… A wan leaf, a ghost leaf, beautifu… Death in all loveliness, fragile a…

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…

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…