Onehundredseventyone

            If I told him would he like it. Would he like it if I...


Onehundredseventy

The jester walked in the garden: The garden had fallen still; He bade...


Onehundredsixtynine

My garden-plot I have not kept; Faded and all-forsaken, I weep as I...


Onehundredsixtyeight

I light this sympathetic flame,       My faintest wish that...