…tomorrow Was Her Birthday, And She Was

I've Got The Key To My Castle In The Air, But Whether I Can Unlock The Door Remains To Be Seen.

I'd Have A Stable Full Of Arabian Steeds, Rooms Piled With Books, And I'd Write Out Of A Magic Inkstand, So That My Works Should Be As Famous As Laurie's Music. I Want To Do Something Splendid Before I Go Into My Castle,-something Heroic, Or Wonderful,-that Won't Be Forgotten After I'm Dead. I Don't Know What, But I'm On The Watch For It, And Mean To Astonish You All, Some Day. I Think I Shall Write Books, And Get Rich And Famous; That Would Suit Me, So That Is My Favorite Dream.

I Put In My List All The Busy, Useful Independent Spinsters I Know, For Liberty Is A Better Husband Than Love To Many Of Us.

I'm Tired Of Praise; And Love Is Very Sweet, When It Is Simple And Sincere Like This.

I'm Perfectly Miserable; But If You Consider Me Presentable, I Die Happy.