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…

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

Bury your heart in some deep green… Or hide it up in a kind old tree; Better still, give it the swallow When she goes over the sea. In Saturday’s Market there’s eggs…

To-night again the moon’s white ma… Stretches across the dormitory flo… While outside, like an evil cat The pion prowls down the dark corr… Planning, I know, to pounce on me…

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…

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…

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…

We passed each other, turned and s… I who make other women smile did n… But no man can move mountains in a… So this hard thing is yet to do. But first I want your life:—befor…

Down the long quay the slow boats… While here and there a house looms… Against the gloom of the waterside… And some high window throws a ligh… As they sail out into the night.

Not yet will those measureless fie… Where only yesterday the wild swee… There is a grave whose earth must… Though for ever over it we may spe… But here, where the watchers by lo…

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…

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…

Lend me, a little while, the key That locks your heavy heart, and… Rarer than books and ribbons and b… This little Key of Dreams out of… The road, the road, beyond men’s b…

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…

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