The Dew Of Compassion Is

A Small Drop Of Ink Makes Thousands, Perhaps Millions... Think.

I Only Know We Loved In Vain; I Only Feel-farewell! Farewell!

Then Stirs The Feeling Infinite, So Felt In Solitude, Where We Are Least Alone.

Champagne With Its Foaming Whirls/as White As Cleopatra's Pearls.

Ada! Sole Daughter Of My House And Heart.