Perhaps A Maiden's Bashfulness Is

From Sunny Woof And Cloudy Weft Fell Rain In Sheets; So, To Myself I Hummed These Hazard Rhymes, And Left The Learned Volume On The Shelf.

Public Opinion Is No More Than This: What People Think That Other People Think.

Faded Smiles Oft Linger In The Face, While Grief's First Flakes Fall Silent On The Heart!

Pale January Lay In Its Cradle Day By Day Dead Or Living, Hard To Say.

My Virgin Sense Of Sound Was Steeped In The Music Of Young Streams; And Roses Through The Casement Peeped, And Scented All My Dreams.