My True Love Hath My Heart, And I Have His

My true-love hath my heart, and I have his,By just exchange, one for the other giv'n.I hold his dear, and mine he cannot miss;There never was a better bargain driv'n.His heart in me keeps me and him in one,My heart in him his thoughts and senses guides;He loves my heart, for once it was his own;I cherish his, because in me it bides.His heart his wound received from my sight:My heart was wounded

White Hands

FOR the second time in a year this lady with the white hands is brought to the west room second floor of a famous sanatorium.Her husband is a cornice manufacturer in an Iowa town and the lady has often read papers on Victorian poets before the local literary club.Yesterday she washed her hands forty seven times during her waking hours and in her sleep moaned restlessly attempting to clean