Blessed be Death, that cuts in marble What would have sunk to dust!

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

If I could have two things in one: the peace of the grave, and the light of the sun.

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

Her lawn looks like a meadow, And if she mows the place She leaves the clover standing And the Queen Anne's Lace.

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

And her voice is a string of colored beads, Or steps leading into the sea.