Ah, stern, cold man And all hours long, the town By the river Clouds are pushing in grey reluctance slowly northward to you, The Cuckoo and the coo-dove’s ceaseless calling, The Darkness comes out of the earth Far-off the lily-statues stand white-ranked in the garden at home Frost has settled down upon the trees, The Glimmer of the limes, sun-heavy, sleeping, The Houses fade in a melt of mist, The How different, in the middle of snows, the great school rises red! How gorgeous that shock of red lilies, and larkspur cleaving How have I wandered here to this vaulted room In another country, black poplars shake themselves over a pond In the choir the boys are singing the hymn Into the shadow-white chamber silts the white I, the man with the red scarf Last night a thief came to me Love has crept out of her sealéd heart Many roses in the wind New red houses spring like plants, The Night rain, dripping unseen, The On that day O stiffly shapen houses that change not Returning, I find her just the same Rigid sleeps the house in darkness, I alone Round the house were lilacs and strawberries Sad as he sits on the white sea-stone She sits on the recreation ground Since this is the last night I keep you home Softly, in the dusk, a woman is singing to me Sun sets out the autumn crocuses, The Trees in trouble because of autumn, The Waving slowly before me, pushed into the dark We have shut the doors behind us, and the velvet flowers of night When into the night the yellow light is roused like dust above the towns When I woke, the lake-lights were quivering on the wall When the wind blows her veil Where the minnows trace Who do you think stands watching You, if you were sensible You promised to send me some violets. Did you forget?
