The Young Girl In My Story Is

I Like To Have A Thing Suggested Rather Than Told In Full. When Every Detail Is Given, The Mind Rests Satisfied, And The Imagination Loses The Desire To Use Its Own Wings.

O Harp Of Life, So Speedily Unstrung!

Turn On Its Noiseless Hinges, Delicate Sleep!

All The Best Sands Of My Life Are Somehow Getting Into The Wrong End Of The Hourglass. If I Could Only Reverse It! Were It In My Power To Do Sowould I?

They Fail, And They Alone, Who Have Not Striven.