I May Command Where I Adore.

O, The Difference Of Man And Man! To Thee A Woman's Services Are Due.

Cold Indeed, And Labor Lost: Then Farewell Heat, And Welcome Frost!

O Call Not Me To Justify The Wrong, That Thy Unkindness Lays Upon My Heart, Wound Me Not With Thine Eye But With Thy Tongue, Use Power With Power, And Slay Me Not By Art.

Madam, You Have Bereft Me Of All Words, Only My Blood Speaks To You In My Veins.

Oh God! That One Might Read The Book Of Fate, And See The Revolution Of The Times Make Mountains Level, And The Continent, Weary Of Solid Firmness, Melt Itself Into The Sea.