"If we must die, O let us nobly die, So that our precious blood may not be shed In vain; then even the monsters we def…"

"Deep in the secret chambers of my heart I muse my life-long hate, and without flinch I bear it nobly as I live my part."

"Although she feeds me bread of bitterness, And sinks into my throat her tiger’s tooth, Stealing my breath of life, I …"

"The wine-flushed, bold-eyed boys, and even the girls, Devoured her with their eager, passionate gaze; But looking at …"

"The shivering birds beneath the eaves Have sheltered for the night."

"The pavement slabs burn loose beneath my feet, A chafing savage, down the decent street; And passion rends my vitals …"

"Oh, I must keep my heart inviolate Against the potent poison of your hate."

"I have forgotten much, but still remember The poinsettia's red, blood-red in warm December."

"Oh some I know! I have embalmed the days, Even the sacred moments when we played, All innocent of passion, uncorrupt,…"

"And, hungry for the old, familiar ways, I turned aside and bowed my head and wept."