I wish I were a girl again, half-savage and hardy, and free.
wondered how anyone could ever imagine unquiet slumbers, for the sleepers in that quiet earth.
By this curious turn of disposition I have gained the reputation of deliberate heartlessness; how undeserved, I alone can appreciate.
You must forgive me, for I struggled only for you.
In secret pleasure — secret tears This changeful life has slipped away
Time brought resignation and a melancholy sweeter than common joy.