- Would You Care?
All day on my pillow I wearily lay,
With a stabbing pain at my heart,
With throbbing temples, and a feverish thirst
Burning, my lips apart....
- Why?
Why is it we grasp at the shadow
That flits from us swift as thought,
While the real that maketh the shadow
Stands in our way unsought?...
- White Honeysuckle
White honeysuckle, “bond of love,”
Emblem born in Orient bowers,
Whence mythic Deities have wooed,
And told the soul's desire in flowers....
- Which One
Each was as fair as the other,
And both as my life were dear;
And the voices that lisped me mother,
Heaven's music in my ear....
- When The Roses Go
You tell me you love me; you bid me believe
That never such lover could mean to deceive.
You tell me the tale which a million times
Has been told, and talked, and sung in rhymes;...