Where be you going， You devon maid？ "There's a bit of doggerel； you would like a bit of botheral." Where be you going， you Devon maid？ A...
I， proclaiming that there is Among birds or beasts or men One that is perfect or at peace， Danced on Cruachan‘s windy plain， Upon Cro-Patrick sa...
Sang old Tom the lunatic That sleeps under the canopy； ‘What change has put my thoughts astray And eyes that had so keen a sight？ What has turne...
On Cruachan‘s plain slept he That must sing in a rhyme What most could shake his soul： ‘The stallion Eternity Mounted the mare of Time， &l...
Things out of perfection sail， And all their swelling canvas wear， Nor shall the self-begotten fail Though fantastic men suppose Building-yard and sto...
Behold that great Plotinus swim， Buffeted by such seas； Bland Rhadamanthus beckons him， But the Golden Race looks dim， Salt blood blocks his eyes. Sca...
Now that we've done our best and worst， and parted， I would fill my mind with thoughts that will not rend. （O heart， I do not dare go empty-hearte...
Love is a breach in the walls， a broken gate， Where that comes in that shall not go again； Love sells the proud heart's citadel to Fate. They have...
Heart， you are restless as a paper scrap That's tossed down dusty pavements by the wind； Saying， "She is most wise， patient and kind. Between...
Your hands， my dear， adorable， Your lips of tenderness —— Oh， I've loved you faithfully and well， Three years， or a bit less. It wasn&...