You Have Left Me So Long To

She Went Of Her Own Accord,' Answered The Master; 'she Has A Right To Go If She Please. Trouble Me No More About Her. Hereafter She Is Only Me Sister In Name: Not Because I Disown Her, But Because She Has Disowned Me.

How Cruel, Your Veins Are Full Of Ice-water And Mine Are Boiling

Whatever Our Souls Are Made Of, His And Mine Are The Same.

I Take So Little Interest In My Daily Life, That I Hardly Remember To Eat And Drink.

I'm Happiest When Most Away I Can Bear My Soul From Its Home Of Clay On A Windy Night When The Moon Is Bright And The Eye Can Wander Through Worlds Of Light— When I Am Not And None Beside— Nor Earth Nor Sea Nor Cloudless Sky— But Only Spirit Wandering Wide Through Infinite Immensity.