I am not afraid of lawyers as I used to be. They are lambs in wolves' clothing.

I had a little sorrow, Born of a little sin.

A ghost in marble of a girl you knew Who would have loved you in a day or two.

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

Summer set lip to earth's bosom bare, And left the flushed print in a poppy there. I will touch a hundred flowers And not pick one.

Not for the flag Of any land because myself was born there Will I give up my life. But I will love that land where man is free, And that will I defend.

I drank at every vine, the last was like the first. I came upon no wine so wonderful as thirst.