Ah, drink again This river that is the taker-away of pain, And the giver-back of beauty! In these cool waves What can be lost?-- Only the sorry cost Of the lovely thing, ah, never the thing itself! The level flood that laves The hot brow And the stiff shoulder Is at our temples now. Gone is the fever, But not into the river; Melted the frozen pride, But the tranquil tide Runs never the warmer for this, Never the colder. Immerse the dream. Drench the kiss. Dip the song in the stream.

Beauty never slumbers; All is in her name; But the rose remembers The dust from which it came.

The only people I really hate are servants. They're not really human beings at all.

it may be said of me by Harper & Brothers, that although I reject their proposals, I welcome their advances.

I am not resigned to the shutting away of loving hearts in the hard ground.

Lord, I do fear Thou'st made the world too beautiful this year My soul is all but out of me-let fall No burning leaf; prithee, let no bird call.

Please don't think me negligent or rude. I am both, in effect, of course, but please don't think me either.