We cannot make bargains for blisses, / Nor catch them like fishes in nets; / And sometimes the thing our life misses, / Helps more than the thing which it gets.
Alice CaryI sit where the leaves of the maple and the gnarled and knotted gum are circling and drifting around me.
Alice CaryShut up the door: who loves me must not look / Upon the withered world, but haste to bring / His lighted candle, and his story-book, / And live with me the poetry of spring.
Alice Cary