Time Can Make Soft That Iron Wood.

The World Stands Out On Either Side, No Wider Than The Heart Is Wide.

And All The Loveliest Things There Be Come Simply, So It Seems To Me.

Life Must Go On; I Forget Just Why.

She Learned Her Hands In A Fairy-tale, And Her Mouth On A Valentine.

Life In Itself / Is Nothing, / An Empty Cup, A Flight Of Uncarpeted Stairs. / It Is Not Enough That Yearly, Down This Hill, / April / Comes Like An Idiot, Babbling And Strewing Flowers.