Thou large-brain'd woman and large-hearted man.

Let us be content to work To do the things we can, and not presume To fret because it's little.

Like to write? Of course, of course I do. I seem to live while I write - it is life, for me.

There, that is our secret: go to sleep! You will wake, and remember, and understand.

The flower-girl's prayer to buy roses and pinks, held out in the smoke, like stars by day.

If thou must love me, let it be for naught except for love's sake only.

And wilt thou have me fashion into speech The love I bear thee, finding words enough, And hold the torch out, while the winds are rough, Between our faces, to cast light on each? - I dropt it at thy feet. I cannot teach My hand to hold my spirits so far off From myself--me--that I should bring thee proof In words, of love hid in me out of reach. Nay, let the silence of my womanhood Commend my woman-love to thy belief, - Seeing that I stand unwon, however wooed, And rend the garment of my life, in brief, By a most dauntless, voiceless fortitude, Lest one touch of this heart convey its grief.