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 can’t feel the sunshine Or see the stars aright For thinking of her beauty And her kisses bright. She would let me kiss her

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

Child Sun Why will you play Peep Bo Now in, now out The workroom window so? True ’tis

You who are dead, Do you know They’ve dug up half the irises That used to grow Here in the quadrangle a year ago?

There’s a big park just close to w… Trees in a row And shaggy grass whereon the dead… And in the middle round a great la… The fair yachts sail

Sometimes I am too tired To think of you. Today was such a day, But then I knew Today, for certain, you’d be weary…

My darling lies down in her soft w… And she laughs at me. Her laughter has flushed her pale… Her eyes dance with glee. My darling lies close in her warm…

I must be dreaming through the day… And see the world with childish ey… If I’d go singing all my life And my songs be wise And in the kitchen or the house

They say—priests say— That God loves the world. Maybe he does, When the dew is pearl’d On the emerald grass,

When I am making poetry I’m good And happy then. I live in a deep world of angelhoo… Afar from men. And all the great and bright and f…

She is not of the fireside, My lovely love; Nor books, nor even a cradle, She bends above. No, she is bent with lashes,

I hate work so That I have found a way Of making one small task outlast t… I will not leave The garden and the sun,

‘I used to have dozens of handkerc… Of finest lawn. I used to have silk shirts and fin… He’s like a faun This darling out-at-elbows Irish…