Menken, Adah Isaacs
With the daylight comes the business of living.
The prayers that I sent trembling up the golden thread
of hope all come back to me
I lock them close in my bosom, far under the velvet and
roses of the world.
For I know that stronger than these torrents of passion
is the soul that hath lifted itself up to the hill.
What care I for his careless laugh?
I do not sigh; but I know that God hears the life-blood
dripping as I, too, laugh.
I would not be thought a foolish rose, that Haunts her
red heart out to the sun.
Loving is not living!