Spend all you have for loveliness, Buy it and never count the cost; For one white singing hour of peace Count many a year of strife well lost, And for a breath of ecstasy Give all you have been, or could be.

Places I love come back to me like music, / Hush me and heal me when I am very tired.

The ache of empty arms was an old tale to you.

Though I know he loves me, tonight my heart is sad; his kiss was not so wonderful as all the dreams I had.

I saw above a sea of hills A solitary planet shine, And there was no one, near or far, to keep the world from being mine.

The poet should try to give his poem the quiet swiftness of flame, so that the reader will feel and not think while he is reading. But the thinking will come afterwards.

Stephen kissed me in the spring, Robin in the fall, But Colin only looked at me And never kissed at all. Stephen’s kiss was lost in jest, Robin’s lost in play, But the kiss in Colin’s eyes Haunts me night and day.