As womankind, as womankind!”
LONELY!
TO —— (LONG AGO DEAD.)
I am lonelier, lonelier, Dear, to-day
Than ever I’ve been before:
And the restless old ocean, foam-fretted alway,
Moans only of days of yore.
But somehow my heart is so sad in life’s whirl,
And my life is so shut in its shell,
Tho’ it heal every wound o’er with purest of pearl
Of naught but the sea will it tell.