I gasped: — “A kingdom waits my lord; her love is but her own.
(From: With Scindia To Delphi)
If there be love,
Ye know that love is mine.
(From: The Sacrifice Of Er-heb)
Till Death or I cut loose the tie, at camp and board and bed,
Thy life is his — thy fate it is to guard him with thy head.
(From: The Ballad Of East And West)
Not the great nor well-bespoke,
But the mere uncounted folk
Of whose life and death is none
Report or lamentation.
(From: A Charm)
God could not be everywhere, and therefore he made mothers.