I Died For Beauty--but Was

I Would Like More Sisters, That The Taking Out Of One, Might Not Leave Such Stillness.

It Is Easy To Work When The Soul Is At Play.

The World Allured Me & In An Unguarded Moment I Listened To Her Siren Voice. From That Moment I Seemed To Lose Interest In Heavenly Things. Friends Reasoned With Me & Told Me Of The Danger I Was In. I Felt My Danger & Was Alarmed, But I Had Rambled Too Far To Return & Ever Since My Heart Has Been Growing Harder.

Truth Is So Rare That It Is Delightful To Tell It.

A Precious, Mouldering Pleasure 't Is, To Meet An Antique Book, In Just The Dress His Century Wore; A Privilege I Think.