So be not sad, dear friend, nor sigh,
But feel assured there is a heart
In this wide world that beats for you.
I SAW THREE NUNS
I saw three nuns go by the other day:
Three upright coffins slowly gliding by.
Funereal, black and chilling to behold,
The ghastly shadows of a defunct past.
The worms of ignorance and superstition
Give to these dead, the semblances of life.