l am not resigned to the shutting away of loving hearts in the hard ground. So it is, and so it will be, for so it has been, time out of mind: Into the darkness they go, the wise and the lovely. Crowned With lilies and with laurel they go; but I am not resigned.

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

I saw and heard, and knew at last The How and Why of all things, past, and present, and forevermore.

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.

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

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