Whenever I think of you, you are… Shut by yourself between Great walls of stone. There is a stool, I think, and a… And a mat underneath your feet;

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

I cannot be tricked out in lovely… All times, all days. My mind has moods of hating pearl… And jewel-blaze. Nor is the body worthily attired

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

I love to see Her looking up at me, Stretched on a bed In her pink dressing gown, Her arms above her head,

Though I had lost my love, The hills could calm me. Deep in a woodland grove No loss could harm me. But when I came to town,

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

The lilies in the garden walk Are out today. The nuns all came to look at them, To look and say They wouldn’t last to deck the cri…

They say she was a creature of the… A lover of the angels, silence bou… She sought no friendships. She wa… Her sister Charlotte found. I know she nursed her brother till…

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

I’ve had no man To guard and shelter me, Guide and instruct me From mine infancy. No lord of earth

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…

Do you remember still the little s… I mumbled on the hill at Aura, ho… I told you it was made for Katie’… When I was fresh from school and… With all the strength of girlhood?…

He has a fairy wife. He does not know her. She is the heart of the storm, Of the clouds that lower. And as the clouds are torn

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