Life Must Go On; I Forget Just

I Do Not Think There Is A Woman In Whom The Roots Of Passion Shoot Deeper Than In Me.

Beauty In All Things-no, We Cannot Hope For That; But Some Place Set Apart For It.

O Troubled Forms, O Early Love Unfortunate And Hard, Time Has Estranged You Into A Jewel Cold And Pure

I Would Blossom If I Were A Rose.

What Should I Be But Just What I Am?