On Love:
Just as busy, the crowded street;
Cars and wagons go rolling on,
Children chuckle, and lovers meet, —
Don’t they know that our love is gone?
(From: Finis)
Love is woman’s moon and sun;
Man has other forms of fun.
(From: General Review Of The Sex Situation)
Oh, life is a glorious cycle of song,
A medley of extemporanea;
And love is a thing that can never go wrong;
And I am Marie of Roumania.
(From: Comment)
People hurry and work and swear,
Laugh and grumble and die and wed,
Ponder what they will eat and wear, —
Don’t they know that our love is dead?
(From: Finis)
Say my love is easy had,
Say I’m bitten raw with pride,
Say I am too often sad-
Still behold me at your side.
(From: Fighting Words)
Tonight my love is sleeping cold
Where none may see and none shall pass.
(From: Requiescat)
Whose love is given over-well
Shall look on Helen’s face in hell,
Whilst those whose love is thin and wise
May view John Knox in Paradise.
(From: Partial Comfort)
Every love is the love before In a duller dress.
Love is like quicksilver in the hand, Leave the fingers open and it stays, Clutch it, and it darts away.
On Life:
My life is all like that.
(From: Autobiography)
Oh, life is a glorious cycle of song,
A medley of extemporanea;
And love is a thing that can never go wrong;
And I am Marie of Roumania.
(From: Comment)