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  • Song I
    When I am dead, my dearest,
    Sing no sad songs for me;
    17 lines, 3 comments
  • A Birthday
    My heart is like a singing bird
    Whose nest is in a water'd shoot;
    18 lines, 6 comments
  • The Thread Of Life
    I
    The irresponsive silence of the land,
    48 lines
  • The Convent Threshold
    There's blood between us, love, my love,
    There's father's blood, there's brother's blood,
    148 lines, 1 comment
  • Winter: My Secret
    I tell my secret? No indeed, not I:
    Perhaps some day, who knows?
    38 lines
  • The First Day
    I wish I could remember the first day,
    First hour, first moment of your meeting me;
    14 lines
  • In an Artist's Studio
    One face looks out from all his canvases,
    One selfsame figure sits or walks or leans:
    14 lines, 1 comment
  • Mirage
    The hope I dreamed of was a dream,
    Was but a dream; and now I wake,
    12 lines, 1 comment
  • Spring Quiet
    Gone were but the Winter,
    Come were but the Spring,
    25 lines
  • In The Willow Shade
    I sat beneath a willow tree,
    Where water falls and calls;
    72 lines
  • Sappho
    I sigh at day-dawn, and I sigh
    When the dull day is passing by.
    14 lines, 2 comments
  • Who Shall Deliver Me?
    God strengthen me to bear myself;
    That heaviest weight of all to bear,
    24 lines
  • What Would I Give
    What would I give for a heart of flesh to warm me through,
    Instead of this heart of stone ice-cold whatever I do!
    9 lines
  • Holy Innocents
    Sleep, little Baby, sleep,
    The holy Angels love thee,
    16 lines
  • No, Thank You John
    I never said I loved you, John:
    Why will you tease me day by day,
    31 lines, 1 comment
  • Later life
    Something this foggy day, a something which
    Is neither of this fog nor of today,
    14 lines
  • Sleeping at last
    Sleeping at last, the trouble and tumult over,
    Sleeping at last, the struggle and horror past,
    11 lines
  • Twice
    I took my heart in my hand
    (O my love, O my love),
    48 lines, 1 comment
  • A Pause
    They made the chamber sweet with flowers and leaves,
    And the bed sweet with flowers on which I lay;
    15 lines, 2 comments
  • Aloof
    THE irresponsive silence of the land,
       The irresponsive sounding of the sea,
    15 lines
  • An Apple-Gathering
    I plucked pink blossoms from mine apple tree
    And wore them all that evening in my hair:
    29 lines
  • Before The Paling Of The Stars
    Before the winter morn,
    Before the earliest cock crow,
    24 lines
  • Beneath Thy Cross
    Am I a stone, and not a sheep,
    That I can stand, O Christ, beneath thy cross,
    17 lines
  • Cousin Kate
    I was a cottage maiden
    Hardened by sun and air
    49 lines
  • From Sunset to Star Rise
    Go from me, summer friends, and tarry not:
    I am no summer friend, but wintry cold,
    15 lines
  • From the Antique
    It's a weary life, it is, she said:
    Doubly blank in a woman's lot:
    17 lines
  • Color
    What is pink? a rose is pink
    By a fountain's brink.
    16 lines
  • When I Am Dead, My Dearest
    When I am dead, my dearest,
            Sing no sad songs for me;
    17 lines
  • What Is Pink?
    What is pink? a rose is pink
    By the fountain's brink.
    16 lines, 1 comment
  • Ding A Ding
    ‘Ding a ding,’
    The sweet bells sing,
    11 lines
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