If I might see another Spring

   I'd not plant summer flowers and wait:

I'd have my crocuses at once,

My leafless pink mezereons,

   My chill-veined snowdrops, choicer yet

   My white or azure violet,

Leaf...

Poet:

I plucked pink blossoms from mine apple-tree

   And wore them all that evening in my hair:

Then in due season when I went to see

      I found no apples there.


With dangling basket all along the grass

   As I...

Poet:

I have no wit, no words, no tears;

   My heart within me like a stone

Is numbed too much for hopes or fears;

   Look right, look left, I dwell alone;

I lift mine eyes, but dimmed with grief

   No everlasting hills I...

Poet:

My heart is like a singing bird

   Whose nest is in a watered shoot;

My heart is like an apple-tree

   Whose boughs are bent with thick-set fruit;

My heart is like a rainbow shell

   That paddles in a halcyon sea;...

Poet:

I will accept thy will to do and be,

   Thy hatred and intolerance of sin,

   Thy will at least to love, that burns within

      And thirsteth after Me:

So will I render fruitful, blessing still,

   The germs and...

Poet:

There's blood between us, love, my love,

There's father's blood, there's brother's blood;

And blood's a bar I cannot pass:

I choose the stairs that mount above,

Stair after golden skyward stair,

To city and to sea of...

Poet:

When I was dead, my spirit turned

   To seek the much-frequented house:

I passed the door, and saw my friends

   Feasting beneath the green orange boughs;

From hand to hand they pushed the wine,

   They sucked the...

Poet: