I know what my heart is like Since your love died: It is like a hollow ledge Holding a little pool Left there by the tide, A little tepid pool, Drying inward from the edge.

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

After all my erstwhile dear, my no longer cherished; Need we say it was not love, just because it perished?

Life must go on, Though good men die.

I am not a tentative person. Whatever I do, I give up my whole self to it.

Lord, I do fear Thou'st made the world too beautiful this year My soul is all but out of me-let fall No burning leaf; prithee, let no bird call.

Life has no friend.