Even Pain pricks to livelier living.

“I am tired, Beloved, of chafing my heart againstThe want of you;Of squeezing it…”

“You lie upon my heart as on a nest,Folded in peace, for you can never knowHow c…”

“I am tired, Beloved, of chafing my heart againstThe want of you”

“Underneath my stiffened gownIs the softness of a woman bathing in a marble basi…”