a haven below the hill

a time of confidences

a time of innocence a time of confidences

about her steps

all the news that fits

almost cut my hair

and curse sir walter raleigh

and fiddles whisper music

architecture cannot lie

as i was going up the stair

baby i see your lamplight

being superior to time and place

blind as any noontide owl

brooding in the snow

clear the air clean the sky

decorating her constructions

do cats eat bats

down in the park

down the arches of the years

down the passage which we did not take