Beloved, thou hast brought me many flowers Plucked in the garden, all the summer through

Beloved, my Beloved, when I think That thou wast in the world a year ago,

Indeed this very love which is my boast, And which, when rising up from breast to brow,

1 He listened at the porch that day,

When our two souls stand up erect and strong, Face to face, silent, drawing nigh and nigher,

When we met first and loved, I did not build Upon the event with marble. Could it mean

First time he kissed me, he but only kissed The fingers of this hand wherewith I write;

Which is the weakest thing of all Mine heart can ponder?

Yet, my pretty sportive friend, Little is't to such an end

What was he doing, the great god Pan, Down in the reeds by the river?

What's the best thing in the world? June-rose, by May-dew impearled;

I tell you hopeless grief is passionless, That only men incredulous of despair,

Yet, love, mere love, is beautiful indeed And worthy of acceptation. Fire is bright,

If thou must love me, let it be for nought Except for love's sake only. Do not say

How do I love thee? Let me count the ways. I love thee to the depth and breadth and height

Already I am no longer looked at with lechery or love. My daughters and sons have put me away with marbles and dolls,

Maud went to college. Sadie stayed home.

I hold my honey and I store my bread In little jars and cabinets of my will.

arrive. The Ladies from the Ladies' Betterment League

Now who could take you off to tiny life In one room or in two rooms or in three