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

The heart grows weary after a little Of what it loved for a little while.

I, being born a woman and distressed By all the needs and notions of my kind.

But you were something more than young and sweet And fair, - and the long year remembers you.

I will come back to you, I swear I will; And you will know me still. I shall be only a little taller Than when I went.

God, I can push the grass apart and lay my finger on Thy heart.

When you are corn and roses and at rest I shall endure, a dense and sanguine ghost To haunt the scene where I was happiest To bend above the thing I loved the most