Why do you follow me?—
Any moment I can be
Nothing but a laurel-tree.
Any moment of the chase
Love, though for this you riddle me with darts,
And drag me at your chariot till I die, --
I, being born a woman and distressed
By all the needs and notions of my kind,
Am urged by y
Whereas at morning in a Jeweled Crown
I bit my fingers and was hard to please,
Having shook disast
Sorrow like a ceaseless rain
Beats upon my heart.
People twist and scream in pain,—
Dawn will f
I will be the gladdest thing
Under the sun!
I will touch a hundred flowers
And not pick
I looked in my heart while the wild swans went over.
And what did I see I had not seen before?
Oh, come, my lad, or go, my lad,
And love me if you like.
I shall not hear the door shut
The trees along this city street,
Save for the traffic and the trains,
Would make a sound as thin
Love is not all: it is not meat nor drink
Nor slumber nor a roof against the rain;
Nor yet a floa
Cold wind of autumn, blowing loud
At dawn, a fortnight overdue,
Jostling the doors, and tearing th
What lips my lips have kissed, and where, and why,
I have forgotten, and what arms have lain
Hard seeds of hate I planted
That should by now be grown,—
Rough stalks, and from thick stamens
Sweet love, sweet thorn, when lightly to my heart
I took your thrust, whereby I since am slain,
I cannot but remember
When the year grows old --
October -- November --
How she disliked
She is neither pink nor pale,
And she never will be all mine;
She learned her hands in a fairy-tal
God had called us, and we came;
Our loved Earth to ashes left;
Heaven was a neighbor's house,
My heart is what it was before,
A house where people come and go;
But it is winter with your love,
The courage that my mother had
Went with her, and is with her still:
Rock from New England quarr
And do you think that love itself,
Living in such an ugly house,
Can prosper long?
We meet and pa
"Thin Rain, whom are you haunting,
That you haunt my door?"
—Surely it is not I she's wanting;
Just a rainy day or two
In a windy tower,
That was all I had of you—
Saving half an hour.
Silver bark of beech, and sallow
Bark of yellow birch and yellow
Twig of willow.
Stripe of gree
No, I will go alone.
I will come back when it's over.
Yes, of course I love you.
No, it will not
(On reflecting that the world
is ready to go to war again)
Detestable race, continue to expunge
I had forgotten how the frogs must sound
After a year of silence, else I think
I should not s
Being Young and Green, I said in love's despite:
Never in the world will I to living wight
Once from a big, big building,
When I was small, small,
The queer folk in the windows
When I too long have looked upon your face,
Wherein for me a brightness unobscured
Save by the m
It's little I care what path I take,
And where it leads it's little I care;
But out of this house,