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?

I hate work so That I have found a way Of making one small task outlast t… I will not leave The garden and the sun,

Dearest, dearest, Bother the slow hours That hold and keep me From the leafy bowers You make more lovely than a storm…

Now I’ve been three days In the place where I am staying, I’ve taken up new ways’€” Land-owning and flute playing. There’s an orchard ground

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

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

Flowers have uncountable ways of p… Not solid, but moonlight or sunlig… Primroses strive for the colour of… Dew-besprent. Freesias are flames wherein light…

When my lover put the sea between… And went wandering in Italy My poor silly heart miscalled his… ‘Leaving me’. Towns of Spain and Italy he staye…

What were the good of stars if non… But mariners, astronomers and such… The sun and moon and stars were ma… I know that much.

This year I have seen autumn with… Glimpsed hitherto undreamt of myst… In the slow ripening of the town-b… Horse-chestnut lifting wide hands… And silver beech turned gold now w…

My lovely pixie, my good companion… You do not love me, bed-mate of mi… Save as a child loves, Careless of loving, Rather preferring raspberry wine.

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 have golden shoes To make me fleet. They are like the wind Underneath my feet. When my lover’s kiss

You want a lily And you plead with me ‘Give me my lily back.’ I went to see A friend last night and on her man…