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,

One comes to love the little saint… As years go by. One learns to love the little sain… ‘O hear me sigh, St. Anthony,

Tall trees along the road, I never saw you Last year in summertime. He came before you With his blue eyes.

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…

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

He had served eighty masters. The… He 'worked for these employers’ to… And they, if they had heard him, w… To brand him inefficient whom they… For to know eighty masters is to k…

I made a heaven for you filled wit… Each star a song Meant to give happy music to your… Day and night long. But in your workshop you are close…

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,

This evening I’m alone. I wish there’d be Someone to come along And talk to me. Yet out of all my friends

Sometimes I can see When I teach Half my children talk Each to each. Then I almost wish

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…

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

We climbed that hill, The road flushed red in pride At being beauty’s boundary. Eithe… Stretched beauty, beauty ever, bea… For on the left

Sometimes I think God has his day… For being friends. He says: 'Forgive my careless way… No one pretends I’m always kind; but for today

Maisie’s been holding down her hea… Her little red head. And her poin… Rests on her neck that slips so so… The square-cut low-necked darling… In such a way, since it’s high-wai…