Step to the veranda under the wisteria in the mysterious November
I burrowed in cupboards like a mole all Saturday
Belle did you meet him at the ball?
When we are dead, when we are dead
How could I write? My words would seem sad or gay
O do you remember me? Thin girl with cold hands
Her skin like a lizard her aura like a daffodil
We regret to inform you
Hissing louder than rustling dresses of gracious ladies bustling by
Keep the home fires burning though your heart is yearning
On waterloo bridge we will walk arm in arm
O did you meet him at the ball? Eighteen years on
Hearing the leaves fall with whisper into the foggy dew
James I suppose would be in school
My two day bride can you feel me in your memory?
With frail white embroideries
Meet me by gaslight in the dark dawn
We regret to inform you
Belle did you meet him at the ball?
Did I see you march to the train? Did I cry was my nose red?
Holding his hand to see the swans
Sits like a sign in the children's chair
Migrant guest from relative to in-law
Though the boys are far away they dream of home
Turn that lining inside out till the boys come home
You in your scarlet and you knew my name
There's a silver lining in the dark clouds shining
Calling for you down the mousy garden
Playing British Bulldogs on the gravel
Now she sits in her brother's widow's house
We regret to inform you
I was I was learning to spell laughing at loud smells
See swan ships come sailing in
Tall soldier now and you full grown
Dancing as if with death or fate to the moon black ballroom
White as the clouds on a windy day
Was it your absence made me quiet at noon?
James I suppose would be in school
I will be the redness in your iron fire
I framed your half remembered face
Of the silk skinned lake
Was it your presence colored my dream?
Calling for you down the mousy garden
Avoiding the rod of the cod faced master
Kissing me you lifted my skirt under the willow trees
Under old chairs and old ladies knees
