: I went to heaven, - 'Twas a small town, Lit with a ruby, Lathed with down. Stiller than the fields At the full dew, Beautiful as pictures No man drew
: When I am old, and comforted, And done with this desire, With memory to share my bed And peace to share my fire, I'll comb my hair in scalloped
: If you were coming in the fall, I'd brush the summer by With half a smile and half a spurn, As housewives do a fly. If I could see you in a year,
: I felt my life with both my hands To see if it was there I held my spirit to the Glass, To prove it possibler I turned my Being round and round And
: This, no song of ingenue, This, no ballad of innocence; This, the rhyme of a lady who Followed ever the natural bents. This, a solo of sapience
: At last the secret is out, as it always must come in the end, the delicious story is ripe to tell to tell to the intimate friend; over the tea-
: Lady, weepinng at the crossroads, Would you meet your love In twilight with his greyhounds, And the hawk upon his glove? Bribe the bird then on
When I am old, and comforted, And done with this desire, With memory to share my bed And peace to share my fire, I'll comb my hair in scalloped
There is a wind where the rose was; cold rain where sweet grass was; and clouds like sheep stream o'er the steep grey skies where the lark was. Nought
This, no song of ingenue, This, no ballad of innocence; This, the rhyme of a lady who Followed ever the natural bents. This, a solo of sapience,
At last the secret is out, as it always must come in the end, the delicious story is ripe to tell to tell to the intimate friend; over the tea-cups
I felt my life with both my hands To see if it was there I held my spirit to the Glass, To prove it possibler I turned my Being round and round And
If you were coming in the fall, I'd brush the summer by With half a smile and half a spurn, As housewives do a fly. If I could see you in a year, I'
I went to heaven, - 'Twas a small town, Lit with a ruby, Lathed with down. Stiller than the fields At the full dew, Beautiful as pictures No man drew
If I make the lashes dark and the eyes more bright and the lips more scarlet or ask if all be right from mirror after mirror, no vanity's displayed:
Lady, weepinng at the crossroads, Would you meet your love In twilight with his greyhounds, And the hawk upon his glove? Bribe the bird then on
Promise me no promises, So will I not promise you: Keep we both our liberties, Never false and never true: Let us hold the die uncast, Free to come as
Come, let me sing into your ear; Those dancing days are gone, All that silk and satin gear; Crouch upon a stone, Wrapping that foul body up In as