‘Raging winter wind Let loose in springtime What is the message your cold touc… Spite of days and dreams, Warm and easy and sublime,

Once I thought my love was worth… If tears came. When the wound is mortal, now I k… Few tears flow.

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

When I am so worn out I cannot sl… And yet I know I have to work nex… Or lose my job, I sometimes have… To one long dead, who listens when… I ask Saint Rose of Lima for the…

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…

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 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

Most people have a way of making f… That’s very queer. They don’t choose whom they like,… In some way near. The girl beside them on the factor…

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,

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

What were the good of stars if non… But mariners, astronomers and such… The sun and moon and stars were ma… I know that much.

Standing on tiptoe, head back, eye… Upraised, Kate groped to reach th… Her sleeve slid up like darkness i… At gleam of dawn. Impatient with… For lack of inches, careless of he…

I know a room that’s dark in dayti… No sunbeams light it, Whether in months of gloom or mont… So people slight it. Yet in the noon of each succeeding…

Dearest, dearest, Bother the slow hours That hold and keep me From the leafy bowers You make more lovely than a storm…