nectar of thy breath, In one sweet kiss, but one, of all thy store, I ask no more."

"All that I ask," says Love, "of life, of death,

The while I drink the nectar of thy breath,

I ask no more."

"All that I ask"—nay, self-deceiving Love, Reverse thy phrase, so thus the words may fall, In place of "all I ask," say, "I ask all," All that pertains to earth or soars above, All that thou wert, art, will be, body, soul, Love asks the whole.

"All that I ask"—nay, self-deceiving Love,

All that pertains to earth or soars above,

Love asks the whole.

 Does It Pay

If one poor burdened toiler o'er life's road, Who meets us by the way, Goes on less conscious of his galling load, Then life indeed, does pay.

Who meets us by the way,

Then life indeed, does pay.

If we can show one troubled heart the gain, That lies alway in loss, Why then, we too, are paid for all the pain Of bearing life's hard cross.

That lies alway in loss,

Of bearing life's hard cross.

If some despondent soul to hope is stirred, Some sad lip made to smile, By any act of ours, or any word, Then, life has been worth while.

Some sad lip made to smile,

Then, life has been worth while.

 Sestina

I wandered o'er the vast green plains of youth, And searched for Pleasure. On a distant height Fame's silhouette stood sharp against the skies. Beyond vast crowds that thronged a broad high-way I caught the glimmer of a golden goal, While from a blooming bower smiled siren Love.

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