So Each Had A Private Little Sun

The Trees Have Inquisitive Eyes, Haven't They? -that Is, Seem As If They Had. And The River Says,-'why Do Ye Trouble Me With Your Looks?' And You Seem To See Numbers Of To-morrows Just All In A Line, The First Of Them The Biggest And Clearest, The Others Getting Smaller And Smaller As They Stand Further Away; But They All Seem Very Fierce And Cruel And As If They Said, 'i'm Coming! Beware Of Me! Beware Of Me!

I May Do Some Good Before I Am Dead--be A Sort Of Success As A Frightful Example Of What Not To Do; And So Illustrate A Moral Story.

But His Dreams Were As Gigantic As His Surroundings Were Small.

I Have Felt Lately, More And More, That My Present Way Of Living Is Bad In Every Respect.

Is A Woman A Thinking Unit At All, Or A Fraction Always Wanting Its Integer?