Caroline Elizabeth Sarah Norton

We have been friends together Shall a light word part us now?

— Caroline Elizabeth Sarah Norton

I am listening for the voicesWhich I heard in days of old.

— Caroline Elizabeth Sarah Norton

Love not! love not! ye hopeless sons of clay; Ere they have blossomed for a few short hours.

— Caroline Elizabeth Sarah Norton

A soldier of the Legion lay dying in Algiers;There was lack of woman’s nursing, there was dearth of woman’s tears.

— Caroline Elizabeth Sarah Norton

Too innocent for coquetry, too fond for idle scorning—Oh friend, I fear the lightest heart makes sometimes heaviest mourning.

— Caroline Elizabeth Sarah Norton

Every poet hopes that after-timesShall set some value on his votive lay.

— Caroline Elizabeth Sarah Norton

O Twilight! Spirit that dost render birthA softness like the atmosphere of dreams.

— Caroline Elizabeth Sarah Norton

For death and life, in ceaseless strife, Not lost but gone before.

— Caroline Elizabeth Sarah Norton