Sarah Chauncey Woolsey

"The Autumn seems to cry for thee, Best lover of the Autumn-days!"

"The tasks are done and the tears are shed. Yesterday’s errors let yesterday cover; Yesterday’s wounds, which smarted and bled, Are healed with the healing that night has shed."

"These are weighty secrets, and we must whisper them."

"Men die but sorrow never dies."

"She stood amid the morning dew, And sang her earliest measure sweet, Sang as the lark sings,speeding fair, to touch and taste the purer air"