Love, Fear and Hate and Childish Toys Are here discreetly blent; Admire, you ladies, read, you boys,
Dust in a cloud, blinding weather, Drums that rattle and roar! A mother and daughter stood together
Cherries of the night are riper Than the cherries pluckt at noon Gather to your fairy piper
An ancient saga tells us how In the beginning the First Cow (For nothing living yet had birth
His eyes are quickened so with grief, He can watch a grass or leaf Every instant grow; he can
In my body lives a flame, Flame that burns me all the day; When a fierce sun does the same,
(The Little Saucepan) Four collier lads from Ebbw Vale Took shelter from a shower of hail,
Here in turn succeed and rule Carter, smith, and village fool, Then again the place is known
The cruel Moon hangs out of reach Up above the shadowy beech. Her face is stupid, but her eye
You young friskies who today Jump and fight in Father's hay With bows and arrows and wooden spears,
Restless and hot two children lay Plagued with uneasy dreams, Each wandered lonely through false day