Nathalia Crane's poems are a treasure. Her verse can be lighthearted and humorous as when her "heart is all a-flutter like the washing on a line" because she is in love with the Janitor's Boy, or she knows "the tenseness of humiliating pain" when she sits on a bee. Her verse can be philosophical as when she considers the life of the Blind Girl "In the darkness who would answer for the color of rose", or when she considers what she has learned from her many loves "He showed me like a master That one rose makes a gown: That looking up to Heaven Is merely looking down". With striking imagery as in The History of Honey "in golden convoys to the mountains of the moon" and intuitiveness as in Berkley Common "Berkley Common lies forgotten, with its fields of everlasting, And the sunlight on the windows of the empty houses there", Nathalia Crane, with her gift of rhyme and instinctive phrasing, turns the ordinary into the extraordinary.