I shall pass Dawn on her way to earth, as I seek for a path through space. Anne Reeve Aldrich More Quotes by Anne Reeve Aldrich More Quotes From Anne Reeve Aldrich There is nothing so entirely desirable in all the world as a few hours oblivion. Anne Reeve Aldrich oblivion insomnia world I do not wish to grow old, to outlive my illusions. Only a short respite from cares and sorrow, a brief time of flowers, and music, and love, and laughter, and ecstatic tears. Anne Reeve Aldrich laughter sorrow flower Love's the little leaven that works the whole world glad. Anne Reeve Aldrich glad littles world Words? I tell you not to write me letters; I command you. Is it not enough to want you so in vain, but you send me what evokes you here before me -- this paper, all along whose lines your hand has lain? Anne Reeve Aldrich paper writing hands I bought the sweetness with this pain. Anne Reeve Aldrich sweetness pain All's well with thee if thou art in just hands. Anne Reeve Aldrich thee hands art I meant to write a song of battle, for storied deeds of war inspire; I seemed to hear the cannon thunder, I seemed to see the smoke and fire. But oh, the pathos of the ending when brave men conquered in the fight, knelt, kissing yielded blood-stained colors!--my eyes are blurred, I cannot write. Anne Reeve Aldrich eye song war
