My Eyes Were Dazed By You For

So Each Had A Private Little Sun For Her Soul To Bask In; Some Dream, Some Affection, Some Hobby, Or At Least Some Remote And Distant Hope.

We Colour And Mould According To The Wants Within Us Whatever Our Eyes Bring In.

- The Ethereal, Fine-nerved, Sensitive Girl, Quite Unfitted By Temperament And Instinct To Fulfil The Conditions Of The Matrimonial Relation With Phillotson, Possibly With Scarce Any Man.

In The Ill-judged Execution Of The Well-judged Plan Of Things The Call Seldom Produces The Comer, The Man To Love Rarely Coincides With The Hour For Loving

Always Wanting Another Man Than Your Own.