[PART ONE]
[MY HEART BEING HUNGRY]
[AUTUMN CHANT]
[NUIT BLANCHE]
[THREE SONGS FROM THE LAMP AND THE BELL]
[THE WOOD ROAD]
[FEAST]
[SOUVENIR]
[SCRUB]
[THE GOOSE-GIRL]
[THE DRAGONFLY]
[PART TWO]
[DEPARTURE]
[THE RETURN FROM TOWN]
[A VISIT TO THE ASYLUM]
[THE SPRING AND THE FALL]
[THE CURSE]
[KEEN]
[THE BETROTHAL]
[HUMORESQUE]
[THE POND]
[THE BALLAD OF THE HARP-WEAVER]
[PART THREE]
[NEVER MAY THE FRUIT BE PLUCKED]
[THE CONCERT]
[HYACINTH]
[TO ONE WHO MIGHT HAVE BORNE A MESSAGE]
[SIEGE]
[THE CAIRN]
[SPRING SONG]
[MEMORY OF CAPE COD]
[PART FOUR]
[SONNETS]
[IV-I WHEN YOU, THAT AT THIS MOMENT]
[IV-II THAT LOVE AT LENGTH SHOULD FIND]
[IV-III LOVE IS NOT BLIND]
[IV-IV I KNOW I AM BUT SUMMER]
[IV-V I PRAY YOU IF YOU LOVE ME]
[IV-VI PITY ME NOT]
[IV-VII SOMETIMES WHEN I AM WEARIED]
[IV-VIII OH, OH, YOU WILL BE SORRY]
[IV-IX HERE IS A WOUND]
[IV-X I SHALL GO BACK AGAIN]
[IV-XI SAY WHAT YOU WILL]
[IV-XII WHAT'S THIS OF DEATH]
[IV-XIII I SEE SO CLEARLY]
[IV-XIV YOUR FACE IS LIKE A CHAMBER]
[IV-XV THE LIGHT COMES BACK]
[IV-XVI LORD ARCHER, DEATH]
[IV-XVII LOVING YOU LESS THAN LIFE]
[IV-XVIII I, BEING BORN A WOMAN]
[IV-XIX WHAT LIPS MY LIPS HAVE KISSED]
[IV-XX STILL WILL I HARVEST BEAUTY]
[IV-XXI HOW HEALTHILY THEIR FEET]
[IV-XXII EUCLID ALONE HAS LOOKED]
[PART FIVE]
[SONNETS FROM AN UNGRAFTED TREE]
[V-I SO SHE CAME BACK]
[V-II THE LAST WHITE SAWDUST]
[V-III SHE FILLED HER ARMS WITH WOOD]
[V-IV THE WHITE BARK WRITHED]
[V-V THE WAGON STOPPED BEFORE THE HOUSE]
[V-VI THEN CAUTIOUSLY SHE PUSHED]
[V-VII ONE WAY THERE WAS]
[V-VIII SHE LET THEM LEAVE THEIR JELLIES]
[V-IX NOT OVER-KIND NOR OVER-QUICK]
[V-X SHE HAD FORGOTTEN]
[V-XI IT CAME INTO HER MIND]
[V-XII TENDERLY, IN THOSE TIMES]
[V-XIII FROM THE WAN DREAM]
[V-XIV SHE HAD A HORROR]
[V-XV THERE WAS UPON THE SILL]
[V-XVI THE DOCTOR ASKED HER]
[V-XVII GAZING UPON HIM NOW]
[PART ONE]
MY HEART, BEING HUNGRY
My heart, being hungry, feeds on food
The fat of heart despise.
Beauty where beauty never stood,
And sweet where no sweet lies
I gather to my querulous need,
Having a growing heart to feed.
It may be, when my heart is dull,
Having attained its girth,
I shall not find so beautiful
The meagre shapes of earth,
Nor linger in the rain to mark
The smell of tansy through the dark.
AUTUMN CHANT
Now the autumn shudders
In the rose's root.
Far and wide the ladders
Lean among the fruit.
Now the autumn clambers
Up the trellised frame,
And the rose remembers
The dust from which it came.
Brighter than the blossom
On the rose's bough
Sits the wizened, orange,
Bitter berry now;
Beauty never slumbers;
All is in her name;
But the rose remembers
NUIT BLANCHE
I am a shepherd of those sheep
That climb a wall by night,
One after one, until I sleep,
Or the black pane goes white.
Because of which I cannot see
A flock upon a hill,
But doubts come tittering up to me
That should by day be still.
And childish griefs I have outgrown
Into my eyes are thrust,
Till my dull tears go dropping down
Like lead into the dust.