Occupation: Author Birth: 1866 Death: 1892
There is nothing so entirely desirable in all the world as a few hours oblivion..
I bought the sweetness with this pain..
I meant to write a song of battle, for storied deeds of war inspire; I seemed to hear the cannon thunder, I seemed to see the smoke and fire. But oh,….
Love's the little leaven that works the whole world glad..
All's well with thee if thou art in just hands..
Words? I tell you not to write me letters; I command you. Is it not enough to want you so in vain, but you send me what evokes you here before me -- ….
I do not wish to grow old, to outlive my illusions. Only a short respite from cares and sorrow, a brief time of flowers, and music, and love, and lau….
I shall pass Dawn on her way to earth, as I seek for a path through space..