Great Throughts Treasury

"When Death to either shall come -- I pray it be first to me."

"Were I a cloud I'd gather My skirts up in the air, And fly well know whither, And rest I well know where."

"Wherefore to-night so full of care, My soul, revolving hopeless strife?"

"When men were all asleep the snow came flying, In large white flakes falling on the city brown, Stealthily and perpetually settling and loosely lying, Hushing the latest traffic of the drowsy town."

"When first we met we did not guess that Love would prove so hard a master."

"Whither, O splendid ship, thy white sails crowding, Leaning across the bosom of the urgent West."