Advice To A Girl
No one worth possessing
Can be quite possessed;
Lay that on your heart,
My young angry dear;
A Winter Night
My window-pane is starred with frost,
The world is bitter cold to-night,
The moon is cruel, and the wind
Is like a two-edged sword to smite.
Oh I have sown my love so wide
That he will find it everywhere;
It will awake him in the night,
It will enfold him in the air.
There is no magic any more,
We meet as other people do,
You work no miracle for me
Nor I for you.
I am alone, in spite of love,
In spite of all I take and give—
In spite of all your tenderness,
Sometimes I am not glad to live.
Now while my lips are living
Their words must stay unsaid,
And will my soul remember
To speak when I am dead?