Show me where's the woman won without
The help of one lie which she believes--
That--never mind how things have come to pass,
And let who loves have loved a thousand times--
All the same he now loves her only, loves
Her ever....

_The Inn Album._


Girl with sparkling eyes....
* * * * *
What an angelic mystery you are--
* * * * *
You have a full fresh joyous sense of life
That finds you out life's fit food everywhere;
* * * * *
By joyance you inspire joy.

_The Inn Album._


Now makes twice
That I have seen her, walked and talked
With the poor pretty thoughtful thing,
Whose worth I weigh; she tries to sing:
Draws, hopes in time the eye grows nice;
Reads verse and thinks she understands;