You May Only Call Me

You Were Disgusted With The Women Who Were Always Speaking And Looking, And Thinking For Your Approbation Alone. I Roused, And Interested You, Because I Was So Unlike Them.

Nobody Can Tell What I Suffer! But It Is Always So. Those Who Do Not Complain Are Never Pitied.

I Will Be Calm. I Will Be Mistress Of Myself.

And You Are Never To Stir Out Of Doors Till You Can Prove That You Have Spent Ten Minutes Of Every Day In A Rational Manner.

You Pierce My Soul. I Am Half Agony, Half Hope. Tell Me Not That I Am Too Late, That Such Precious Feelings Are Gone For Ever.