The Heart Grows Weary After A Little

If I Could Have Two Things In One: The Peace Of The Grave, And The Light Of The Sun.

I, Being Born A Woman And Distressed By All The Needs And Notions Of My Kind.

If I Love You Wednesday, What Is That To You? I Do Not Love You Thursday - So Much Is True.

My Candle Burns At Both Ends; It Will Not Last The Night; But Ah, My Foes, And Oh, My Friends - It Gives A Lovely Light!

Curse Thee, Life, I Will Live With Thee No More! Thou Hast Mocked Me, Starved Me, Beat My Body Sore! And All For A Pledge That Was Not Pledged By Me, I Have Kissed Thy Crust And Eaten Sparingly That I Might Eat Again, And Met Thy Sneers With Deprecations, And Thy Blows With Tears.