O you, dear trees, you have learne… You must have studied this only th… Men have thought of God and laugh… And of love. And of song. But you, dear trees, from your bir…

The little ships are dearer than t… For they sail in strange places, They lean nearer the green waters. One may count by wavelets how the… From their decks; and hear the Se…

They say—priests say— That God loves the world. Maybe he does, When the dew is pearl’d On the emerald grass,

Child Sun Why will you play Peep Bo Now in, now out The workroom window so? True ’tis

They are so glad of a young compan… They hail and bless me, these boys… And I whose pathway was dark and… Have no more need of the sun to sh… We’ll walk in darkness, obscure, d…

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

O little plum tree in the garden,… Aflower again, With memories of a million springs… Brief years of pain. O little tree, you have the power…

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

I went down to post a letter Through the garden, through the ga… All the lovely stars were shining As I went. They were free as I, unhappy

I must be dreaming through the day… And see the world with childish ey… If I’d go singing all my life And my songs be wise And in the kitchen or the house

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

I love to see Her looking up at me, Stretched on a bed In her pink dressing gown, Her arms above her head,

Great crane o’ertopping the delica… Why do you seem so fair, Swaying and raising your load with… High in the misty air? You are a wonder of pearl and grey

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…

Do you remember still the little s… I mumbled on the hill at Aura, ho… I told you it was made for Katie’… When I was fresh from school and… With all the strength of girlhood?…