What A Woman Thinks Of

But O The Truth, The Truth. The Many Eyes That Look On It The Diverse Things They See.

Days, When The Ball Of Our Vision Had Eagles That Flew Unabashed To Sun; When The Graps On The Bow Was Decision, And Arrow And Hand And Eye Were One; When The Pleasures, Like Waves To A Swimmer, Came Heaving For Rapture Ahead! - Invoke Them, They Dwindle, They Glimmer As Lights Over Mounds Of The Dead.

Behold The Life At Ease; It Drifts, The Sharpened Life Commands Its Course.

Sentimentalists Are They Who Seek To Enjoy Without Incurring The Immense Debtorship For A Thing Done.

Kissing Don't Last: Cookery Do!