WHY don’t you go back to the sea,… I am not one who would hold you; The sea is the woman you really lo… So let hers be the arms that fold… Your bright blue eyes are sailor’s…

DEAR, O desolate bright head! O drooping mouth and shaken chin! How could I ever lock you in? They were too harsh, the words I… Should I have only smiled, instea…

The thing that I am seeking I know I shall not find; A wistful voice is crying This sorrow in my mind. I know I shall not find it

HE has taken away the things that… Love and youth and the harp that k… Laughter alone is left of all the… Does He mean that I may fill my d… Or will it, too, slip through my f…

DEBORAH and Christopher brough… Kenton brought me buttercups with… But Michael brought an autumn lea… A wan leaf, a ghost leaf, beautifu… Death in all loveliness, fragile a…

Kenton and Deborah, Michael and… These are fine children as all the… But into my arms in my dreams ever… Come Peter and Christopher, Fait… Kenton is tropical, Rose is pure…

IF I had loved you, soon, ah, soo… Had I been kind you had kissed me… The kiss that I would not give is… Now you are mine forever, because… You think that you are free and ha…

HERE where each road-worn one Rests till the night is done, In the grey dawning I saw my hors… And as I left the inn With his smooth face of sin

SOMETIMES when I am at tea wi… I catch my breath At a thought that is old as the wo… And more bitter than death. It is that the spoon that you just…

I know you are too dear to stay; You are so exquisitely sweet: My lonely house will thrill some d… To echoes of your eager feet. I hold your words within my heart,

SMILINGLY, out of my pain, I have woven a little song; You may take it away with you. I shall not sing it again, But when you have learned it throu…

WHEN a storm comes up at night a… When the trees are moaning like ma… I wake in fear and put out my hand… With your name on my lips. No pain that the heart can hold is…

MY garden walks were smooth and g… And edged with box trees left and… An old grey sun-dial stood between Two rounded bee hives, low and whi… My hollyhocks grew tall and red,

WHEN I was young my heart was ol… My heart was rich and very wise: Now all its wisdom has been told And all its wealth is fairy gold And all its joy futilities.

THE highest apple swinging in the… Fell in my two hands, eagerly upli… For though I knew its height was… Still I would have it. Now I am wise with centuries of w…