Life is a quest and love a quarrel

Oh, you mean I'm a homosexual! Of course I am, and heterosexual too, but what's that got to do with my headache?

So up I got in anger, And took a book I had, And put a ribbon on my hair To please a passing lad. And, "One thing there's no getting by -- I've been a wicked girl," said I; But if I can't be sorry, why, I might as well be glad!

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 know I am but summer to your heart, and not the full four seasons of the year.

Strange how few, After alls said and done, the things that are Of moment.

Night falls fast. Today is in the past.