There’s a little boy who lives nex… With hair like you, Pale, pale hair and a rose-white s… And his eyes are blue. When I get a chance I peep at him…

‘I want a parlourmaid.’ ‘Well, let me see If you were God, what kind of mai… ‘She would be tall, She would be fair,

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

Old memories waken old desires Infallibly. While we’re alive With eye or ear or sense at all, Sometimes, must love revive. But we’ll not think, when some str…

I have three loves who are all mos… Each one has cost me many a tear. The one who is dead yet lives in m… I were too poor had I less than t…

Little girls, You are gay, Little factory girls, At the end of your day. There you stand,

A lady and I were walking Where waters flow; A lady and I were talking Softly and slow. This is what you were saying,

Whenever I think of you, you are… Shut by yourself between Great walls of stone. There is a stool, I think, and a… And a mat underneath your feet;

I in the library, Looking for books to read, Pulled one out twice to see If it fulfilled my need. Butler had written this

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

Sometimes I can see When I teach Half my children talk Each to each. Then I almost wish

Today is rebels’ day. And yet we… All of us rebels, until day is don… And when the stars come out we cel… A revolution that’s not yet begun. Today is rebels’ day. And men in…

I’d love to have you on a rainy da… Tucked in a chair, my head against… To sit and dream with. Sometime y… My home-sharer whom rain can’t kee…

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…

The sun’s my fire. Golden, from a magnificence of blu… Should be its hue. But woolly clouds, Like boarding-house old ladies, co…