First Lines of Susan Coolidge
All night the thirsty beach has listening lain,All sweet and various things do lend themselvesDarlings of June and brides of summer sun,Dry leaves upon the wall,Each day upon the yellow Nile, 't is said,I sit alone in the gray,If I were told that I must die to-morrow,Little, rudely sculptured bed,Long reaches of wet grasses swayLove me for what I am, Love. Not for sakeNourished by peaceful suns and gracious dew,Poems are heavenly things,She has been just a year in Heaven.She stood among the liliesShe stood in the open door,So it is come! The doctor's glossy smileThe punctual tide draws up the bay,This is the street and the dwelling,What can I do for thee, Beloved,