A Woman Only Can Understand

I Will Look On The Stars And Look On Thee, And Read The Page Of Thy Destiny.

Alas! The Praise Given To The Ear Ne'er Was Nor Ne'er Can Be Sincere.

It Is Said That Ridicule Is The Test Of Truth; But It Is Never Applied Except When We Wish To Deceive Ourselves - When If We Cannot Exclude The Light, We Would Fain Draw The Curtain Before It. The Sneer Springs Out Of The Wish To Deny; And Wretched Must That State Of Mind Be, That Wishes To Take Refuge In Doubt.

Who Has Not Experienced, At Some Time Or Other, That Words Had All The Relief Of Tears?

Eyes That Droop Like Summer Flowers.