Quick-loving Hearts ... May Quickly Loathe.

The Flower-girl's Prayer To Buy Roses And Pinks, Held Out In The Smoke, Like Stars By Day.

Two Human Loves Make One Divine.

His Ears Were Often The First Thing To Catch My Tears.

For Frequent Tears Have Run; The Colours From My Life.

Large, Musing Eyes, Neither Joyous Nor Sorry.