The love I look for Could not come from you. My mind is set to fall At Peterloo. But you’ld protect me,

Sometimes I wish that I were Hel… And wise as Pallas, That I might have most royal gift… In love’s sweet chalice. Then I reflect my dear love is no…

You, whom the grave cannot bind, Shall a song hold you? Still you escape from the mesh Spun to enfold you. Your woven texture of flesh

Into old rhyme The new words come but shyly. Here’s a brave man Who sings of commerce dryly. Swift-gliding cars

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

There’s a band in the street, ther… It will play you a tune for a penn… It will play you a tune, you a tun… And you, though you haven’t got an… For the music’s free, and the musi…

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…

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 have a sister whom God gave to… He formed her out of trouble and t… Like Aphrodite, she came to me fu… Oh, I am blest forever with a sis…

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 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…

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

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…

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?’

I saw a flight of sparrows through… Oh, let us rise Out of the weaknesses of our despa… To burning skies. Let us take wings for flight from…