A big bud of moon hangs out of the twilight Acrid scents of autumn, The A faint, sickening scent of irises Ah, my darling, when over the purple horizon shall loom Always, sweetheart As a drenched, drowned bee At the open door of the room I stand and look at the night A wind comes from the north A yellow leaf from the darkness Close your eyes, my love, let me make you blind Darkness steals the forms of all the queens, The Earth again like a ship steams out of the dark sea over, The Five old bells, The Had I but known yesterday Her tawny eyes are onyx of thoughtlessness Hoar-frost crumbles in the sun, The Hollow rang the house when I knocked on the door How many times, like lotus lilies risen If I could have put you in my heart I have fetched the tears up out of the little wells I have opened the window to warm my hands on the sill I listen to the stillness of you I look at the swaling sunset It is stormy, and raindrops cling like silver bees to the pane I will give you all my keys I wonder, can the night go by I wonder if with you, as it is with me Many years have I still to burn, detained Moon is broken in twain, and half a moon, The Mournfully to and fro, to and fro the trees are waving My little love, my darling My love looks like a girl to-night My world is a painted fresco, where coloured shapes Now and again Now I am all Oh the green glimmer of apples in the orchard Out of the darkness, fretted sometimes in its sleeping Outside the house an ash-tree hung its terrible whips Patience, little Heart Pine-trees bend to listen to the autumn wind as it mutters, The Quick sparks on the gorse bushes are leaping, The Reject me not if I should say to you Round clouds roll in the arms of the wind See the stars, love She bade me follow to her garden, where Shorn moon trembling indistinct on her path, The Sick grapes on the chair by the bed lie prone; at the window, The Since I lost you I am silence-haunted Since I lost you, my darling, the sky has come near Since you did depart Somewhere the long mellow note of the blackbird This is the last of all, this is the last! This spring as it comes bursts up in bonfires green Too far away, oh love, I know When along the pavement When the bare feet of the baby beat across the grass When you went, how was it you carried with you Why does the thin grey strand Yesterday the fields were only grey with scattered snow Yours is the shame and sorrow
