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…

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

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…

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.

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

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…

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…

He’s out of work! I tell myself a change should mean… And he must look for changes to ad… And he, of all men, really needs a… But I hate change.

I count the days until I see you,… But the days only. I dare not reckon up the nights an… I shall be lonely. But when at last I meet you, dear…

O you, dear trees, you have learne… You must have studied this only th… Men have thought of God and laugh… And of love. And of song. But you, dear trees, from your bir…

I’d like to spend long hours at ho… With a small child to bother me. I’d take her out to see the shops And fuss about my husband’s tea. Instead of this I spend my days

Each day I sit in an ill-lighted… To teach a boy; For one hour by the clock great wo… Are our employ. We read St Agnes’ Eve and that m…

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…

Every day Miss Mary goes her roun… Through the splendid house and thr… Looking if the kitchen table’s whi… Seeing if the great big fire’s ali… Finding specks on shining pans and…

Great crane o’ertopping the delica… Why do you seem so fair, Swaying and raising your load with… High in the misty air? You are a wonder of pearl and grey