I Wish I Were Dead, Or That

It Would Be Lovely To Sleep In A Wild Cherry-tree All White With Bloom In The Moonshine

The World Is Always Young Again For Just A Few Moments At The Dawn.

Mrs. Spencer Said It Was Wicked Of Me To Talk Like That, But I Didn’t Mean To Be Wicked. It’s So Easy To Be Wicked Without Knowing It, Isn’t It?

“you 're Not Eating Anything,” Said Marilla Sharply, Eying Her As If It Were A Serious Shortcoming. Anne Sighed. “i Can 't. I'm In The Depths Of Despair. Can You Eat When You Are In The Depths Of Despair?”

You See," She Concluded Miserably, "when I Can Call Like That To Him Across Space--i Belong To Him. He Doesn't Love Me--he Never Will--but I Belong To Him.