I PLUCKED the blossoms of deli… In many a wood and many a field, I made a garland fair and bright As any gardens yield. But when I sought the living tree

When I was little and good I walked in the dappled wood Where light white windflowers grew… And hyacinths heavy and blue. The windflowers fluttered light,

If you and I Had wings to fly - Great wings like seagulls’ wings - How would we soar Above the roar

NOW that the curtains are drawn c… Now that the fire burns low, And on her narrow bed the rose Is stark laid out in snow; Now that the wind of winter blows

EACH day Work bids my heart anew… Fold wings and watch my brain at p… But brain and heart will fly your… And find their natural home in you… Come to me—'tis the only way!

Before your feet, My love, my sweet, Behold! your slave bows down; And in his hands From other lands

THERE’S a grey old church on a… Where three bent yew trees cower, The gipsy roses grow there still, And the thyme and Saint John’s go… The pale blue violets that love th…

I DO not catch these subtle shade… Your fine distinctions are too fin… This meeting, scheming, longing, t… To me mean love, and only love, yo… In me at least ’tis love, you will…

I KNOW a garden where white lili… Under the grey sweet-laden apple b… It is a garden where the roses blo… And honeysuckle covers half the ho… O happy garden, do you keep the vo…

JUST a whisper, half-heard, But our heart knows the word; Caresses that seem Like love’s lips in a dream; Yet we know she is here,

SWEET, I have loved before. I k… This longing that invades my days; This shape that haunts life’s busy… I know since long and long ago. This starry mystery of delight

WHEN my good-nights and prayers… And I am safe tucked up in bed, I know my guardian angel stands And holds my soul between his hand… I cannot see his wings of light

IF one should wake one’s frozen f… In sunlight of her radiant eyes, Bid it forget its dream of death, In this new dream of Paradise, Bid it forget the long, slow pain,

THIS mystery of golden hair, Of eyes and lips and bosom fair, Is not—if one could really see— Mere flesh and blood, like you and… This is a sphinx whose still lips…

ONCE I loved, and my heart bowed… Subject and slave, for Love was a… He sat above with sceptre and crow… Turning his eyes from my sorrowing… The laugh of a god on his lips lay…