So now I have sworn to bury All this dead body of hate I feel so free and so clear By the loss of that dead weight

The woods decay, the woods decay and fall.

Who is wise in love, love most, say least.

Rich in saving common-sense, And, as the greatest only are, In his simplicity sublime.

The woman's cause is man's. They rise or sink Together. / Dwarf'd or godlike, bound or free; miserable, / How shall men grow? - Let her be / All that not harms distinctive womanhood.

Self-reverence, self-knowledge, self-control; these three alone lead one to sovereign power.

Oh that it were possible, After long grief and pain, To find the arms of my true love, Around me once again