Guess I'll weep awhile. Guess I won't, I mean.

But you, you foolish girl, you have gone home to a leaky castle across the sea to lie awake in linen smelling of lavender, and hear the nightingale, and long for me.

Ah, I could lay me down in this long grass And close my eyes, and let the quiet wind Blow over me

Euclid alone has looked on Beauty bare. Let all who prate of Beauty hold their peace, And lay them prone upon the earth and cease To ponder on themselves, the while they stare At nothing, intricately drawn nowhere.

I love humanity but I hate people.

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.

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