Poems

I sprang from the heart of the earth, From the brown, still heart That gives, though it pulseth not, All things being and birth. This vegetable mould, Black, resisting, and cold...

Once I walked in the heather, Cliffs sheer downward touched the breast of the sea. Meadows ’round me stretched and kissed together, Met in oceans of gold grain feather Mad with...

I hear the fluttering wind, I see The shadows on the grass. I wish that you would come to me! I would not let you pass! But springing up from where I lie, I take you in my arms,...