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…

And is love very strong where hono… Would the world ever speak of Lan… Or Tristram’s love had they put h… What would you think if Guinevere… And begged for kisses and had begg…

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

Emmie, Emmie Adams, With her insolent air, Tied a little bit of rag In her yellow hair. When Lena, wondering,

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…

How funny it would be if dreamy I Should leave one book behind me wh… And that a book of Law’€”this sil… Just written for the money it will… I do hope, when it’s finished, I’…

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

I cannot be tricked out in lovely… All times, all days. My mind has moods of hating pearl… And jewel-blaze. Nor is the body worthily attired

Cherry plum blossom in an old tin… Oh, it is lovely, beautiful and fa… With sun on it and little shadows… All in among the fragrant wonder t… Cherry plum blossom on the workroo…

To Plato’s dictum Assent she lends. All things in common We hold, as friends. I share her riches.

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…

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

I had a lover who betrayed me. First he implored and then gainsai… Hopeless I dared no more importun… I found new friends, a kinder fort… Silence, indifference did greet me…

I’m like all lovers, wanting love… A very mighty thing for you and me… In certain moods your love should… That burnt your very life up in de… The only kind of love then to my m…

I have two wings To raise me to the skies. Withouten these My soul could never rise. My shining friends,