Oft A Little Morning Rain

Writers Cannot Choose Their Own Mood: With Them It Is Not Always Hide-tide, Nor --thank Heaven!--always Storm.

Sometimes I Have The Strangest Feeling About You. Especially When You Are Near Me As You Are Now. It Feels As Though I Had A String Tied Here Under My Left Rib Where My Heart Is, Tightly Knotted To You In A Similar Fashion. And When You Go To Ireland, With All That Distance Between Us, I Am Afraid That This Cord Will Be Snapped, And I Shall Bleed Inwardly.

What Delusion Has Come Over Me? What Sweet Madness Has Seized Me?

A Depressing And Difficult Passage Has Prefaced Every Page I Have Turned In Life.

I Could Not Unlove Him Now, Merely Because I Found That He Had Ceased To Notice Me.