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

Today I saw A market cart going along the road… High-piled and creaking with a son… Of cabbages. The driver sat

Up in my room on my unmade bed I sat and read. There was work waiting for me belo… I didn’t go. For in my little green room the so…

The strike’s done. The men won. The ships sail the sea To bring back What we lack,

‘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…

When I get up to light the fire, And dress with all the speed I ma… By candle-light, I dread the hour… That go to make a single day. But then I leave my room, and see

I am no mystic. All the ways of G… Are dark to me. I know not if he lived or if he di… In agony. My every act has reference to man.

I do hate the folk I love– They hurt so. Their least word and act may be Source of woe. ‘Won’t you come to tea with me?’

My lovely pixie, my good companion… You do not love me, bed-mate of mi… Save as a child loves, Careless of loving, Rather preferring raspberry wine.

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…

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?

You may have other loves, Red mouths to kiss. Why should you lose That loveliness for this? No loveliness of mine

Every night I hurry home to see If a letter’s there from you to me… Every night I bow my head and say… ‘There’s no word at all from him t…

He: That isn’t you. She: It’s me, in my blue skirt And scarlet coat and little golden… He: Not good enough. She: Well, burn it if you choose

The little ships are dearer than t… For they sail in strange places, They lean nearer the green waters. One may count by wavelets how the… From their decks; and hear the Se…