Every night I hurry home to see If a letter’s there from you to me… Every night I bow my head and say… ‘There’s no word at all from him t…

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?’

Every day Miss Mary goes her roun… Through the splendid house and thr… Looking if the kitchen table’s whi… Seeing if the great big fire’s ali… Finding specks on shining pans and…

One summer day, along the street, Men pruned the gums To make them neat. The tender branches, white with fl… Lay in the sun

My window pane is broken Just a bit Where the small curtain doesn’t Cover it. And in the afternoon

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

Sometimes I think the happiest of… Is the blest moment of release fro… The world once more is all one’s o… Upon one’s own and not another’s p… And each poor heart imprisoned by…

He looks in my heart and the image… Is himself, himself, than himself… And he thinks of my heart as a mir… To reflect the image I hold most… But my heart is much more like a s…

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 like the riders Clad in rose and blue; Their colours glitter And their horses too. Swift go the riders

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,

There’s a band in the street, ther… It will play you a tune for a penn… It will play you a tune, you a tun… And you, though you haven’t got an… For the music’s free, and the musi…

He has picked grapes in the sun.… Like a fairy tale, Like a tale of dreams. ‘He in his slender youth, with vin… Under a blazing sky’—

The strike’s done. The men won. The ships sail the sea To bring back What we lack,

I count the days until I see you,… But the days only. I dare not reckon up the nights an… I shall be lonely. But when at last I meet you, dear…