What Should I Be But Just What

O Troubled Forms, O Early Love Unfortunate And Hard, Time Has Estranged You Into A Jewel Cold And Pure

You Wrote Me A Beautiful Letter, I Wonder If You Meant It To Be As Beautiful As It Was. I Think You Did; For Somehow I Know That Your Feeling For Me, However Slight It Is, Is Of The Nature Of Love... When You Tell Me To Come, I Will Come, By The Next Train, Just As I Am. This Is Not Meekness, Be Assured; I Do Not Come Naturally By Meekness; Know That It Is A Proud Surrender To You.

Pity Me That The Heart Is Slow To Learn What The Swift Mind Beholds At Every Turn.

A Ghost In Marble Of A Girl You Knew Who Would Have Loved You In A Day Or Two.

He That Would Eat Of Love Must Eat It Where It Hangs.