I Could Not Prove The Years Had

If I Can Stop One Heart From Breaking, I Shall Not Live In Vain.

Luck Is Not Chance, It's Toil; Fortune's Expensive Smile Is Earned.

For Each Ecstatic Instant We Must An Anguish Pay In Keen And Quivering Ratio To The Ecstasy.

I Stepped From Plank To Plank So Slow And Cautiously; The Stars About My Head I Felt, About My Feet The Sea. I Knew Not But The Next Would Be My Final Inch,— This Gave Me That Precarious Gait Some Call Experience.

I Would Like More Sisters, That The Taking Out Of One, Might Not Leave Such Stillness.