She learned her hands in a fairy-tale, And her mouth on a valentine.

I hate people but I love gatherings.

I am not resigned to the shutting away of loving hearts in the hard ground.

Gently they go, the beautiful, the tender, the kind; Quietly they go, the intelligent, the witty, the brave. I know. But I do not approve. And I am not resigned.

If I love you Wednesday, What is that to you? I do not love you Thursday - so much is true.

Night falls fast. Today is in the past. Blown from the dark hill hither to my door Three flakes, then four Arrive, then many more.

Life is a quest and love a quarrel