Young Men Mend Not Their

Commemoration Of Pandita Mary Ramabai, Translator Of The Scriptures, 1922 A Memory Of Yesterday's Pleasures, A Fear Of Tomorrow's Dangers, A Straw Under My Knees, A Noise In My Ear, A Light In My Eye, An Anything, A Nothing, A Fancy, A Chimera In My Brain, Troubles Me In My Prayers.

A Mathematical Point Is The Most Indivisble And Unique Thing Which Art Can Present.

To An Incompetent Judge I Must Not Lie, But I May Be Silent; To A Competent I Must Answer.

I Am Two Fools, I Know, For Loving, And For Saying So.

Nature's Lay Idiot, I Taught Thee To Love.