Worthless As Wither'd Weeds.

A Sensible Man Ought To Find Sufficient Company In Himself.

Worthless As Wither'd Weeds.

It Is Strange People Should Be So Greedy, When They Are Alone In The World.

Oh, I'm Burning! I Wish I Were Out Of Doors! I Wish I Were A Girl Again, Half Savage And Hardy, And Free... And Laughing At Injuries, Not Maddening Under Them! Why Am I So Changed?

And, Even Yet, I Dare Not Let It Languish, Dare Not Indulge In Memory's Rapturous Pain; Once Drinking Deep Of That Divinest Anguish, How Could I Seek The Empty World Again?