To look across at Moira gives me… She has a red tape measure. Her dress is black and all the wor… And I am weary. But that’s like blood—like a thin…

This year I have seen autumn with… Glimpsed hitherto undreamt of myst… In the slow ripening of the town-b… Horse-chestnut lifting wide hands… And silver beech turned gold now w…

O sweet and fair! These words are… O sweet and fair! A year ago I’ld… Some better words of praise Than sweet and fair. O sweet and fair, and weak, and mo…

To Plato’s dictum Assent she lends. All things in common We hold, as friends. I share her riches.

When Gertie came in To work today She was much less weary And far more gay. We asked her the reason

A lady and I were walking Where waters flow; A lady and I were talking Softly and slow. This is what you were saying,

Up in my room on my unmade bed I sat and read. There was work waiting for me belo… I didn’t go. For in my little green room the so…

I was sad Having signed up in a rebel band, Having signed up to rid the land Of a plague it had. For I knew

Sometimes I wish that I were Hel… And wise as Pallas, That I might have most royal gift… In love’s sweet chalice. Then I reflect my dear love is no…

When day is over I climb up the stair, Take off my dark dress, Pull down my hair, Open my window

All day long We sew fine muslin up for you to w… Muslin that women wove for you els… A million strong. Just like flames,

Pat wasn’t Pat last night at all. He was the rain, The Spring, Young Dionysus, white and warm, Lilac and everything.

She has all Ireland in her blood, All Ireland’s need of sword and t… With memories dim before the flood… And conflicts of a thousand years. No son of Italy should love

He’s out of work! I tell myself a change should mean… And he must look for changes to ad… And he, of all men, really needs a… But I hate change.

Oh, oh Rosalie, Oh, oh Rosalie, What would you have of me? Oh, oh Rosalie. I have kisses fine,