I like the riders Clad in rose and blue; Their colours glitter And their horses too. Swift go the riders

The people have drunk the wine of… In the streets of town. They smile as they drift with hear… Uphill and down. The people have drunk the wine of…

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

He looks in my heart and the image… Is himself, himself, than himself… And he thinks of my heart as a mir… To reflect the image I hold most… But my heart is much more like a s…

Today when you went up the hill And all that I could see Was just a speck of black and whit… Very far from me, It seemed more strange than words…

Frolic mountain winds Innocent and shy, Kiss my darling’s cheek As they scurry by. Little fragrant leaves

We watched the dawn breaking acros… While just above us hung the eveni… The nearer waters took a hint of w… And clouds and waves together mass… Narrowed our morning world of pall…

I used to be afraid to meet The lovers going down our street. I’d try to shrink to half my size And blink and turn away my eyes But now I’m one of them I know

Our palm designed to grow In deserts, sent roots seeking far… Channels where waters flow. And in the city found Intricate pipings where the waters…

Today I’d like to be a nun And go and say My rosary beneath the trees out th… In this shy sun

All through the day at my machine There still keeps going A strange little tune through hear… As I sit sewing: ‘There is a child in Hungary,

I read a statement in a newspaper That Twentyman, the manufacturer, Found it was cheaper to deliver go… By horse and lorry than by motor-t… Or motor-van. So he had sold his…

Just now, as warm day faded from o… Hosts of archangels, fleet On lighting-winged feet Passed by, all glimmering in the b… Sweet angels, bringing no blinding…

I’m like all lovers, wanting love… A very mighty thing for you and me… In certain moods your love should… That burnt your very life up in de… The only kind of love then to my m…

Through the swift night I go to my love. Tram bells are joy bells, Bidding us move On a golden path