They didn't know how my heart woke to a range and measure of song I hadn't known. — Hilda Doolittle (1886_1961 Song Copy Share Image
Can honey distill such fragrance as your bright hair. — Hilda Doolittle (1886_1961 Things happen for a reason Copy Share Image
Lais is now no lover of the glass, seeing no more the face as once it was, wishing to see that face… — Hilda Doolittle (1886_1961 Things happen for a reason Copy Share Image
