Carve not upon a stone when I am dead, The praises which remorseful mourners give; To women's graves - a tardy recompense, But speak them while I live. — Elizabeth Chase Allen Copy Share Image
Backward, flow backward, O tide of the years!I am so weary of toil and of tears,-Toil without recompense, tears all in vain!Take them, and give me my childhood again! — Elizabeth Chase Allen Copy Share Image
Carve not upon a stone when I am dead, The praises which remorseful mourners give; To women's graves - a tardy recompense, But speak… — Elizabeth Chase Allen Copy Share Image
Backward, flow backward, O tide of the years!I am so weary of toil and of tears,-Toil without recompense, tears all in vain!Take them, and… — Elizabeth Chase Allen Copy Share Image
Backward, turn backward, O Time, in your flight, Make me a child again just for to-night! — Elizabeth Chase Allen Copy Share Image
Unremembered and afar I watched as I watched a star, Through darkness struggling into view And I loved you better than you knew. — Elizabeth Chase Allen Copy Share Image
