I Hate People But I Love Gatherings.

But You, You Foolish Girl, You Have Gone Home To A Leaky Castle Across The Sea To Lie Awake In Linen Smelling Of Lavender, And Hear The Nightingale, And Long For Me.

That Which Has Quelled Me, Lives With Me, Accomplice In Catastrophe.

Catch From The Board Of Beauty/ Such Careless Crumbs As Fall.

Cruel Of Heart, Lay Down My Song. Your Reading Eyes Have Done Me Wrong. Not For You Was The Pen Bitten, And The Mind Wrung, And The Song Written.

She Learned Her Hands In A Fairy-tale, And Her Mouth On A Valentine.