How Hard, How Desperately Hard, Is The

Now You Are Come! You Tremble Like A Star Poised Where, Behind Earth's Rim, The Sun Has Set. Your Voice Has Sung Across My Heart, But Numb And Mute, I Have No Tones To Answer.

To-night When The Full-bellied Moon Swallows The Stars. Grant That I Know.

Youth Condemns; Maturity Condones

I Never Deny Poems When They Come; Whatever I Am Doing, Whatever I Am Writing, I Lay It Aside And Attend To The Arriving Poem.

I Shall Go Up And Down In My Gown. Gorgeously Arrayed, Boned And Stayed.