I'm wife ;  I've finished that,

That other state ;

I'm Czar, I'm woman now :

It's safer so.


How odd the girl's life looks

Behind...

Poet:

Come slowly, Eden !

Lips unused to thee,

Bashful, sip thy jasmines,

As the fainting bee,


Reaching late his flower,

Round her...

Poet:

The morns are meeker than they were,

The nuts are getting brown ;

The berry's cheek is plumper,

The rose is out of town.


The maple wears a...

Poet:

When night is almost done,

And sunrise grows so near

That...

Poet:
Poet:

No rack can torture me,

My soul 's at liberty.

Behind this mortal bone

There knits a bolder one


You cannot prick with saw,

Nor rend...

Poet:
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