To look across at Moira gives me… She has a red tape measure. Her dress is black and all the wor… And I am weary. But that’s like blood—like a thin…

The foot of my machine Sails up and down Upon the blue of this fine lady’s… Sail quickly, little boat, With gifts for me,

I’d love to have you on a rainy da… Tucked in a chair, my head against… To sit and dream with. Sometime y… My home-sharer whom rain can’t kee…

My window pane is broken Just a bit Where the small curtain doesn’t Cover it. And in the afternoon

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

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

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

Each morning I pass on my way to… A clock in a tower And I look towards it with anxiou… To make sure of the hour. But the sun gets up at the back of…

I went down to post a letter Through the garden, through the ga… All the lovely stars were shining As I went. They were free as I, unhappy

Through the Museum I stroll, and see Goblets fashioned in Arcady, Spears from the Islands, and robe… Gew-gaws of pomp and of old desire…

When my lover put the sea between… And went wandering in Italy My poor silly heart miscalled his… ‘Leaving me’. Towns of Spain and Italy he staye…

There’s a little boy who lives nex… With hair like you, Pale, pale hair and a rose-white s… And his eyes are blue. When I get a chance I peep at him…

In this little school Life goes so sweetly, Day on azure day Is lost completely. No one thinks too much,

A lady and I were walking Where waters flow; A lady and I were talking Softly and slow. This is what you were saying,

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…