My love reveals objects silken butterflies concealed in his fingers his words splash me with stars night shines like lightning under th...

Contemptuous of his home beyond The village and the village pond, A large-souled Frog who spurned each byeway, Hopped along the impe...

Poor old lady, she swallowed a fly. I don’t know why she swallowed a fly. Poor old lady, I think she’ll die. Poor old lady, she sw...

When April bends above me And finds me fast asleep, Dust need not keep the secret A live heart died to keep.

Sunset and evening star, And one clear call for me! And may there be no moaning of the bar, When I put out to sea,

Much as he left it when he went from us Here was the room again where he had been So long that something oh him should be seen, Or felt-and...

And a poet said, 'Speak to us of Beauty.'  Where shall you seek beauty, and how shall you find her unless she herself be your way ...

An envelope arrives unannounced from overseas containing stark white sheets,

"Oh whence do you come, my dear friend, to me, With your golden hair all fallen below your knee, And your face as white as snowdro...

So, we’ll go no more a-roving So late into the night, Though the heart be still as loving, And the moon be still as bright.