This Life is a fleeting breath, And whither and how shall I go, When I wander away with Death By a path that I do not know.

- Louise Chandler Moulton

At end of Love, at end of Life, At end of Hope, at end of Strife' At end of all we cling to so- The sun is setting-we must go. At dawn of Love, at da…

- Louise Chandler Moulton

I dwell no more in Arcady, But when the sky is blue with May, And birds are blithe and winds are free, I know what message is for me, For I have been…

- Louise Chandler Moulton

Youth is thy gift, - the youth that baffles Time.

- Louise Chandler Moulton