We loved, sir - used to meet: How sad and bad and mad it was - But then, how it was sweet!

Fail I alone, in words and deeds? Why, all men strive and who succeeds?

Womanliness means only motherhood; All love begins and ends there.

Kiss me as if you made believe You were not sure, this eve, How my face, your flower, had pursed It's petals up.

Come back, true love! Sweet youth, return!- But time goes on, and will, unheeding, Though hands will reach, and eyes will yearn, And the wild days set true hea…

Dear as remembered kisses after death, And sweet as those by hopeless fancy feigned On lips that are for others; deep as love, Deep as first love, and wild wit…

As all the perfumes of the vanished day Rise from the earth still moistened with the dew So from my chastened soul beneath thy ray Old love is born anew.