XLI br br I, being born a woman and distressed br By all the needs and notions of my kind, br Am urged by your propinquity to find br Your person fair, and feel a certain zest br To bear you body's weight upon my breast: br So subtly is the fume of life designed, br To clairfy the pulse and cloud the mind, br And leave me once again undone, possessed. br Think not for this, however, the poor treason br Of my stout blood against my staggering brain, br I shall remember you with love, or season br My scorn with pity,—let me make it plain: br I find ths frenzy insufficient reason br For conversation when we meet again.br br Edna St.