Fragment: "I strayed about the deck, an hour tonight"
The Dance
Song
"Sometimes even now I may"
Sonnet: In Time of Revolt
A Letter to a Live Poet
Fragment on Painters
The True Beatitude (Bouts-Rimes)
Sonnet Reversed
It's not going to happen again
The Little Dog's Day
The way of love was thus. He was born one winter morn With hands delicious, And it was well with us.
Love came our quiet way, Lit pride in us, and died in us, All in a winter's day. There is no more to say.
1913 (?).
