Flirting Is A Woman’s Trade, One Must

And It Is You, Spirit--with Will And Energy, And Virtue And Purity--that I Want, Not Alone With Your Brittle Frame.

To The Dear Eye And Eloquent Tongue, To The Soul Made Of Fire, And The Character That Bends But Does Not Break... I Am Ever Tender And True.

Unheard-of Combinations Of Circumstances Demand Unheard-of Rules.

Oft A Little Morning Rain Foretells A Pleasant Day.

And With That Answer, He Left Me. I Would Much Rather He Had Knocked Me Down.