SE you are fair as souls of the lost are fair,
And your eyelids laugh with desire, and your laughing feet Are winged with desire, and your hands are wanton, and sweet Is the promise of love in your lips, and the rose in your hair Sweet, unfad...
Yesterday for my birthday,
I started off
with a bottle of wine
I took the train
Only a dancing girl,
With an unromantic style,
With borrowed colour and curl,
With fixed mechanical smile,
Soon after I’d paid
My sixty
Or seventy pence,
I found myself
Away, sad thoughts, and teasing Perplexities, away
Let other blood go freezing,
We will be wise and gay
For here is all heart-easing,
And what would I do in heaven pray,
Me with my dancing feet
And limbs like apple boughs that
When the gusty rain winds beat