He would declare and could himself believe That the birds there in all the garden round From having heard the daylong voice…

Snow falling and night falling fast, oh, fast In a field I looked into going past, And the ground almost covered smooth…

There’s a certain Slant of light, Winter Afternoons – That oppresses, like the Heft Of Cathedral Tunes – Heavenly Hurt, it gives…

Nobly, nobly Cape Saint Vincent to the North-West died away; Sunset ran, one glorious blood-red, reeking into Cadiz Bay; Bluish ‘mid the…

(d. January 1939) I He disappeared in the dead of winter: The brooks were frozen, the airports almost deserted, And snow disfigured…

Talking in bed ought to be easiest, Lying together there goes back so far, An emblem of two people being honest. Yet…