I Never See Thy Face

Who Soars Too Near The Sun, With Golden Wings, Melts Them.

Love Reasons Without Reason.

Men Have Died From Time To Time, And Worms Have Eaten Them, But Not For Love.

Alas, I Am A Woman Friendless, Hopeless!

If The Boy Have Not A Woman's Gift To Rain A Shower Of Commanded Tears, An Onion Will Do Well For Such A Shift.