We Must Be For Ourselves In The

Time Brought Resignation And A Melancholy Sweeter Than Common Joy.

By This Curious Turn Of Disposition I Have Gained The Reputation Of Deliberate Heartlessness; How Undeserved, I Alone Can Appreciate.

The Clock Strikes Off The Hollow Half-hours Of All The Life That Is Left To You, One By One.

He Shall Never Know How I Love Him: And That, Not Because He's Handsome, Nelly, But Because He Is More Myself Than I Am. Whatever Our Souls Are Made Of, His And Mine Are The Same.

I Will Walk Where My Own Nature Would Be Leading.