Where Is Perfection? Where I

Oh Lift Me As A Wave, A Leaf, A Cloud! I Fall Upon The Thorns Of Life! I Bleed!

The Awful Shadow Of Some Unseen Power Floats, Tho' Unseen, Amongst Us.

Can Man Be Free If Woman Be A Slave?

See The Mountains Kiss High Heaven And The Waves Clasp One Another; No Sister-flower Would Be Forgiven If It Disdained Its Brother; And The Sunlight Clasps The Earth, And The Moonbeams Kiss The Sea - What Is All This Sweet Work Worth If Thou Kiss Not Me?

Joy, Once Lost, Is Pain