_A Forgiveness._


It is conspicuous in a woman's nature
Before its view to take a grace for granted:
Too trustful,--on her boundary, usurpature
Is swftly made;
But swftly, too, decayed,
The glory perishes by woman vaunted.

_Agamemnon._


That fawn-skin-dappled hair of hers;
And the blue eye
Dear and dewy,
And that infantine fresh air of hers!
* * * * *
Eyes and mouth too,
All the face composed of flowers....
* * * * *
... The sweet face ...
Be its beauty
Its sole duty!

_A Pretty Woman._


Women hate a debt as
Men a gift.