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.

Martyred many times must be Who would keep his country free.

Life must go on, Though good men die.

I am all the time talking about you, and bragging, to one person or another. I am like the Ancient Mariner, who had a tale in his heart he must unfold to all. I am always buttonholing somebody and saying, "Someday you must meet my mother."

Father, I beg of Thee a little task To dignify my days, 'tis all I ask.

But she was not made for any man, and she will never be all mine.

There isn't a train I wouldn't take, no matter where it's going.