Womanliness means only motherhood; All love begins and ends there. - Robert Browning

That low man seeks a little thing to do, Sees it and does it. This high man, with a great thing to pursue, Dies ere he knows it.
That low man goes on adding one to one,— His hundred's soon hit;
This high man, aiming at a million, Misses an unit.
That has the world here—should he need the next, Let the world mind him!
This throws himself on God, and unperplexed Seeking shall find him.

Grow old along with me! The best is yet to be.

That moment she was mine, mine, fair,
Perfectly pure and good: I found
A thing to do, and all her hair
In one long yellow string I wound
Three times her little throat around,
And strangled her. No pain felt she;
I am quite sure she felt no pain.
As a shut bud that holds a bee,
I warily oped her lids: again
Laughed the blue eyes without a stain.
And I untightened the next tress
About her neck; her cheek once more
Blushed bright beneath my burning kiss . . .