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…

They have a few little hours To study the world’€” Its lovely absence of clouds, Or the thunderbolts hurled By hidden powers’€”

Somebody brought in lilac, Lilac after rain. Isn’t it strange, belovéd of mine You’ll not see it again? Lilac glad with the sun on it

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?’

You, whom the grave cannot bind, Shall a song hold you? Still you escape from the mesh Spun to enfold you. Your woven texture of flesh

In this little school Life goes so sweetly, Day on azure day Is lost completely. No one thinks too much,

When I am articled The Law decrees I shall devote my time To stating fees And learning about Actions

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…

This evening I’m alone. I wish there’d be Someone to come along And talk to me. Yet out of all my friends

Each day I sit in an ill-lighted… To teach a boy; For one hour by the clock great wo… Are our employ. We read St Agnes’ Eve and that m…

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

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

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…

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