And Lilies Are Still Lilies, Pulled By

When We First Met And Loved, I Did Not Build Upon The Event With Marble. . . .

Life Treads On Life, And Heart On Heart; We Press Too Close In Church And Mart To Keep A Dream Or Grave Apart.

If Thou Must Love Me, Let It Be For Naught Except For Love's Sake Only.

Folded Eyes See Brighter Colors Than The Open Ever Do.

The Beautiful Seems Right By Force Of Beauty And The Feeble Wrong Because Of Weakness.