Verse

“And if the many sayings of the wise Teach of submission I will not submit But with a spirit all unreconciled Flash an unquenched defiance to the stars.””

— Jean Webster

“When I was girl by Nilus stream I watched the deserts stars arise; My lover, he who dreamed the Sphinx, Learned all his dreaming from eyes. I bore in Greece a burning name, And I have been in Italy Madonna to a painter-lad, And mistress to a Medici. And have you heard (and I have heard) Of puzzled men with decorous mien, Who judged - the wench knew far too much - And burnt her on the Salem green?””

— Jean Webster

“Seen on a night in November How frail Above the bulk Of crashing water hangs, Autumn, evanescent, wan, The moon.””

— Jean Webster

“Sea-foam And coral! Oh, I'll Climb the great pasture rocks And dream me mermaid in the sun's Gold flood.””

— Jean Webster

“Listen . . .With faint dry sound,Like steps of passing ghosts,The leaves, frost-crisp’d, break from the treesAnd fall.””

— Jean Webster

“Why have I thought the dew Ephemeral when I Shall rest so short a time, myself, On earth?””

— Jean Webster

“In your Curled petals what ghosts Of blue headlands and seas, What perfumed immortal breath sighing Of Greece.””

— Jean Webster

“As it Were tissue of silver I'll wear, O Fate, thy grey, And go mistily radiant, clad Like the moon.””

— Jean Webster

“With night's Dim veil and blue I will cover my eyes, I will bind close my eyes that are So weary.””

— Jean Webster