Blanche Wagstaff says:


“If I think of you,
I quiver from head to foot.

If I think of you
tears flood my eyes.

If I pass you my heart quickens
to suffocation
and the blood seems to leave my body.

If I look into your eyes
a sudden fire burns in my veins.

If I touch you
I am as one possessed with madness;
my arms tremble and
my limbs totter beneath me.

To love you is to suffer
the pangs of an intolerable agony.”

Charlotte Eaton says:


It is necessary to me that your heart beats,
And that you inhale with conscious pleasure the soft spring air,
That you love light, color, action, and are ambitious,
That you love the beauty of the human face and form,
And portray them both with mastery;
That you grasp that which is not grasped by all,
And know that which is not knowable to all;
That you have eyes—for a purpose,
A heart—for a purpose,
And an inquisitive soul—for a purpose.

Zella Muriel Wright says:

baisersI wait for you in the dusk.
How strange you
seem tonight!
Your eyes glisten
with a burnished light,
Like the eyes of a serpent,
Like the eyes of a god.

Wherever your eyes
are turned upon me
My flesh burns
As though two hot coals
were laid upon it;

But I do not move.
Why do you never take
your eyes from me?
baiserWhy do you
tremble and
grow so pale,
You who were so
radiant and rigid
A moment ago?

You touch me and
drop weakly
in a heap;
There is no power
in your muscles.
But it is
only the
before madness;

baisersA madness
that gives you
a ten-fold
For a second
I shrink with fear,
Lest in your ferocity,
you devour me.

baiserThen I laugh—
-my whole body laughs;
But I move not.
On my lips there
is a faint smile,
Shall I tell you
why I smile?