Life has no friend.

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

pity me that the heart is slow to learn what the swift mind beholds at every turn.

I shall die, but that is all that I shall do for Death; I am not on his pay-roll.

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

I would I were alive again To kiss the fingers of the rain, To drink into my eyes the shine Of every slanting silver line, To catch the freshened, fragrant breeze From drenched and dripping apple-trees. For soon the shower will be done, And then the broad face of the sun Will laugh above the rain-soaked earth Until the world with answering mirth Shakes joyously, and each round drop Rolls twinkling, from its grass-blade top.

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