You must remember there are painters, poets, musicians, workers in art along almost any line you could mention, and no one calls them feminine, but there is one good thing if I am.

You need no longer fear me.

If you should see me, muck covered, grubbing in the earth or on a raft washing roots in the lake, you would not consider me like a woman." "Would it be any discredit if I did?
I think not.

I merely meant that most men would not see or hear the blue bell at all----and as for the poem and prayer! If the woods make a man with such fibre in his soul, I must learn them if they half kill me." "You harp on death.

Try to forget the word." "I have faced it for months, and seen it do its grinding worst very recently to the only thing on earth I loved or that loved me.