Caroline Elizabeth Sarah Norton

“We have been friends together Shall a light word part us now?”

“I am listening for the voicesWhich I heard in days of old.”

“Love not! love not! ye hopeless sons of clay; Ere they have blossomed for a few short hours.”

“A soldier of the Legion lay dying in Algiers;There was lack of woman’s nursing, there was dearth of woman’s tears.”

“Too innocent for coquetry, too fond for idle scorning—Oh friend, I fear the lightest heart makes sometimes heaviest mourning.”

“Every poet hopes that after-timesShall set some value on his votive lay.”

“O Twilight! Spirit that dost render birthA softness like the atmosphere of dreams.”

“For death and life, in ceaseless strife, Not lost but gone before.”