Woman's Reason Is In The Milk Of

The Man Of Science Is Nothing If Not A Poet Gone Wrong.

Earth, The Mother Of All, Moves On Her Stedfast Way, Gathering, Flinging, Sowing. Mortals, We Live In Her Day, She In Her Children Is Growing.

O Have A Care Of Natures That Are Mute!

Swift Doth Young Love Flee, And We Stand Wakened, Shivering From Our Dream.

Among The Diaries Beginning With The Second Quarter Of Our Century, There Is Frequent Mention Of A Lady Then Becoming Famous For Her Beauty And Her Wit: "an Unusual Combination," In The Deliberate Syllables Of One Of The Writers, Who Is, However, Not Disposed To Personal Irony When Speaking Of Her.