A DREAM I WOULD I could weave in The colour, the wonder, The song I conceive in My heart while I ponder,

O HOLY SPIRIT of the Hazel,… Though shining suns and silver moo… And though the fruit of stars by m… Yet in the undergrowth below, stil… Lighting the monstrous maze and la…

ON me to rest, my bird, my bird: The swaying branches of my heart Are blown by every wind toward The home whereto their wings depar… Build not your nest, my bird, on m…

HOW came this pigmy rabble spun, After the gods and kings of old, Upon a tapestry begun With threads of silver and of gold… In heaven began the heroic tale

LOVE and pity are pleading with… What is this voice that stays me f… Offering beauty, love, and immorta… Æons away in some far-off heavenly… Though I obey thee, Immortal, my…

WHEN the unquiet hours depart And far away their tumults cease, Within the twilight of the heart We bathe in peace, are stilled wit… The fire that slew us through the…

The soul is its own witness and it… UNTO the deep the deep heart goe… It lays its sadness nigh the breas… Only the Mighty Mother knows The wounds that quiver unconfessed…

THE CHILDREN awoke in their d… While earth lay dewy and still: They followed the rill in its glea… To the heart-light of the hill. Its sounds and sights were forsaki…

HOW I could see through and thro… So unconscious, tender, kind, More than ever was known to you Of the pure ways of your mind. We who long to rest from strife

WHILE the earth is dark and grey How I laugh within. I know In my breast what ardours gay From the morning overflow. Though the cheek be white and wet

NOT unremembering we pass our exi… One timeless hour in time we caugh… With solemn gaiety the stars dance… The lilac breathed amid the shade… But yet the close enfolding night…

LET us leave our island woods gro… O’€™er the waters creeping the pea… Hides the silver of the long wave… The chill for the warm room let us… Turn the lamp down low and draw th…

THE CHILDREN were shouting to… And racing along the sands, A glimmer of dancing shadows, A dovelike flutter of hands. The stars were shouting in heaven,

I SAID my pleasure shall not mov… It is not fixed in things apart: Seeking not love—but yet to love— I put my trust in mine own heart. I knew the fountain of the deep