Elizabeth Akers Allen,
Memoirs of Anne C. L. Botta — Until death
(1894)
“ In clearer light than gilds these earthly morns, Above the jealousies and envies keen Which sow this life with thorns. Thou wouldst not feel my shadowy caress, If after death my soul should linger here; Men's hearts crave tangible, close tenderness, Love's presence, warm and near. ”
