Remember me and smile, as smiling… I have remembered things that went… The dolls with which I grew too w… Or over-wise—kissed, as children d… And so dismissed them; yes, even a…

Up here, with June, the sycamore… Across the window a whispering scr… I shall miss the sycamore more I… Than anything else on this earth t… But I mean to go through the door…

Toll no bell for me, dear Father… Waste no sighs; There are my sisters, there is my… Who plays in the place called Par… Your children all, your children f…

Love love to-day, my dear Love is not always here Wise maids know how soon grows ser… The greenest leaf of Spring. But no man knoweth

White, through the gate it gleamed… In shattered sunshine. The parche… Their scarlet petals from the beds… Like children unloved and ill-kept Dreamed through the hours Two blu…

Who thinks of June’s first rose t… Only some child, perhaps, with shi… rough bright hair will reach it do… In a green sunny lane, to us almos… As are the fearless stars from the…

My heart is lame with running afte… Such a long way, Shall we walk slowly home, looking… Perhaps to-day? Home down the quiet evening roads…

Not for that city of the level sun… Its golden streets and glittering… The shadeless, sleepless city of w… White nights, or nights and days t… We weary, when all is said, all th…

It is the clay what makes the eart… He fills in holes like this year a… The others have gone; they were ti… But I would rather be standing he… There is nowhere else to go. I ha…

Do you remember the two old people… on the road to Kerity, Resting their sack on the stones,… Looking at us with their lightless… through the driving rain, and then…

Sometimes in the over-heated house… Smirking and speaking rather loud, I see myself among the crowd, Where no one fits the singer to hi… Or sifts the unpainted from the pa…

From our low seat beside the fire Where we have dozed and dreamed an… Or raked the ashes, stopping so We scarcely saw the sun or rain Above, or looked much higher

Tide be runnin’ the great world ov… ’Twas only last June month I mind… Was thinkin’ the toss and the call… So everlastin’ as the sea. Heer’s the same little fishes that…

They are cutting down the great pl… For days there has been the grate… The crash of the trunks, the rustl… With the ‘Whoops’ and the ‘Whoas,… I remember one evening of a long p…

Sometimes I know the way You walk, up over the bay; It is a wind from that far sea That blows the fragrance of your h… Or in this garden when the breeze