They talk about gardens of roses, And moonlight over the sea, And mountains and snow And sunsetty glow, But I know what is best for me.

EYES caught by beauty, fancy by… Sweet possibilities, question, and… What did her smile say? What has… Her standard, what? Am I o’er it… Flutter in meeting—in absence drea…

FAREWELL! How soon unmeasured… Its leaden clouds between our part… How little to each other now are w… And once how much I dreamed we tw… I, who now stand with eyes undimme…

IF I might build a palace, fair With every joy of soul and sense, And set my heart as sentry there To guard your happy innocence— If I might plant a hedge so stron…

A wall Gray and tall, And a sky of gray, And a twilight cold; And that is all

When the bearing and doing are ove… And no more is to do or bear, God will see us and judge us The kind of men we were; And our sins, so ugly and heavy,

THE world’s a path all fresh and… A sky all fresh and fair, With daisies underneath your feet And roses for your hair; Red roses for your pretty hair,

WHEN Love, sweet Love, was tang… I clipped his wings, and dressed h… Made him my little joy for little… And fed him when I had a song to… And then I saw how good life’s go…

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

THE lilies in my garden grow, Wide meadows ring my garden round, In that green copse wild violets b… And pale, frail cuckoo flowers are… For all you see and all you hear,

This was our house. To this we ca… Lighted by love with torch aflame, And in this chamber, door locked f… I held you to my heart at last. This was our house. In this we kn…

THE child was yours and none of m… And yet you gave it me to keep, And bade me sew it raiment fine, And wrap my kisses round its sleep… I carried it upon my breast,

WHEN the corn is green and the p… And the fields are crimson with lo… When the elms are black deep overh… And the shade lies cool where the… When the blackbird whistles the so…

THE long white windows blankly st… Across the sodden, tangled grass, Weed-covered are the pathways wher… No footsteps ever pass; No whispers wake, no kisses die,

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