Tall trees along the road, I never saw you Last year in summertime. He came before you With his blue eyes.

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…

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?’

O man, O woman, grievest so? Art shut away from all delight, And must thou leave this garden pl… O Eve, O Adam, question not. The God is kind who would be crue…

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 am making great big skirts For great big women’€” Amazons who’ve fed and slept Themselves inhuman. Such long skirts, not less than tw…

Today I’d like to be a nun And go and say My rosary beneath the trees out th… In this shy sun

When day is over I climb up the stair, Take off my dark dress, Pull down my hair, Open my window

If I had six white horses And six sturdy friends, I’d sell them into slavery, If that would gain your ends. I’d sell them into slavery,

She is not of the fireside, My lovely love; Nor books, nor even a cradle, She bends above. No, she is bent with lashes,

We’ve a room That we call home, With a bed in it, And a table And some chairs,

Sometimes I lose My power of loving for an hour or… Then I misuse My knowledge of friends’ secrets t… Them far more heartily than others…

I was sad Having signed up in a rebel band, Having signed up to rid the land Of a plague it had. For I knew

I came to live in Sophia Street, In a little house in Sophia Stree… With an inch of floor Between door and door And a yard you’d measure in childr…

They used to say Our mother brought us up like hot-… From day to day Such wondrous cares were ours Her love inspired.