You may have other loves, Red mouths to kiss. Why should you lose That loveliness for this? No loveliness of mine

If you have loved a brave story Tell it but rarely; And, with due faith in its glory, Render it barely. Then must the listener, hearing

Those must be masts of ships the g… On through the little gap in the p… So far away that seeing almost fai… Those must be masts, the lovely ma… Stripped bare of sails.

When I was a child, I felt the fairies’ power. Of a sudden my dry life Would burst into flower. The skies were my path,

Frolic mountain winds Innocent and shy, Kiss my darling’s cheek As they scurry by. Little fragrant leaves

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.

Just now, as warm day faded from o… Hosts of archangels, fleet On lighting-winged feet Passed by, all glimmering in the b… Sweet angels, bringing no blinding…

She has all Ireland in her blood, All Ireland’s need of sword and t… With memories dim before the flood… And conflicts of a thousand years. No son of Italy should love

Though I had lost my love, The hills could calm me. Deep in a woodland grove No loss could harm me. But when I came to town,

You who are dead, Do you know They’ve dug up half the irises That used to grow Here in the quadrangle a year ago?

Today, in class, I read aloud to forty little boys The legend of King Croesus’ boast… They were so young, Restless, and eager, I believed t…

My friend declares Being woman and virgin she Takes small account of periodicity And she is right. Her days are calmly spent

He has a fairy wife. He does not know her. She is the heart of the storm, Of the clouds that lower. And as the clouds are torn

I think each year should bring Little fresh songs Like flowers in spring. That they might deck the hours For a brief while

A lady has a thousand ways Of doing nothing all her days, And so she thinks that they’re wel… She can be idle and content. But when I have a holiday