Josephine Delphine Henderson Heard

To live and not be Thine Own, Like Springtime is when birds are flown; Or liberty in prison bars, Or evening skies without the stars; Like diamonds that are lusterless, Or rest when there’s no weariness; Like lovely flower that have no scent, Or music when the sound is spent.

Dear Letters, Fond Letters, Must I with you part? You are such a source of joy To my lonely heart. Sweet Letters, Dear Letters, What a tell you tell; O, no power on earth can break This strange mystic spell! Dear Letters, Fond Letters, You my secret know— Don’t you tell it, any one— Let it live and grow.