Thou Art A Woman, And

Ah, Nothing Comes To Us Too Soon But Sorrow.

Life Hath More Awe Than Death.

Write To The Mind And Heart, And Let The Ear Glean After What It Can.

I Run The Gauntlet Of A File Of Doubts, Each One Of Which Down Hurls Me To The Ground.

Night Brings Out Stars As Sorrow Shows Us Truths.