The Exchange Of Sympathy For Gratitude Is

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

I Should Not Dare To Call My Soul My Own.

Since When Was Genius Found Respectable?

What I Do And What I Dream Include Thee, As The Wine Must Taste Of Its Own Grapes.

The Greeks Said Grandly In Their Tragic Phrase, 'let No One Be Called Happy Till His Death;' To Which I Would Add, 'let No One, Till His Death, Be Called Unhappy.'