Euclid alone Has looked on Beauty bare. Fortunate they Who, though once only and then but far away, Have heard her massive sandal set on stone.

Oh, friend, forget not, when you fain would note In me a beauty that was never mine, How first you knew me in a book I wrote, How first you loved me for a written line.

One things there's no getting by, I've been a wicked girl, Says I... But, if I can't be sorry I might as well be glad !

Evil alone has oil for every wheel.

Stranger, pause and look; From the dust of ages Lift this little book, Turn the tattered pages, Read me, do not let me die! Search the fading letters finding Steadfast in the broken binding All that once was I!

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

And all the loveliest things there be come simply, so it seems to me.