Gracious to all, to none subservient, Without offense he spoke the word he meant

But I, in the chilling twilight stand and wait At the portcullis, at thy castle gate, Longing to see the charmed door of dreams Turn on its noiseless hinges, delicate sleep!

All the best sands of my life are somehow getting into the wrong end of the hourglass. If I could only reverse it! Were it in my power to do sowould I?

The ocean moans over dead men's bones.

Imagine all human beings swept off the face of the earth, excepting one man. Imagine this man in some vast city, New York or London. Imagine him on the third or fourth day of his solitude sitting in a house and hearing a ring at the door-bell!

What is lovely never dies, but passes into other loveliness, Star-dust, or sea-foam, flower or winged air.

It were better to be a soldier's widow than a coward's wife.