Dora Sigerson Shorter

“ Grind the seeds of wisdom fine,
Till no mind be wise as mine,
At my wit in smiting
Men will smile delighting.
'Tis not too quick for craft, or
Not too keen for laughter.’
Wise for love's sweet sake to be
Surely is no vanity. ”

“ Was the sun's reflected ray,
Dancing broken on the wave
Of ignorance, nor can I save
One tossing spark of foolish light
To make a beacon for my night
Blind for love's sweet sake to be,
Seeing is a misery. ”