| “ | Something I may not win attracts me ever,— Something elusive, yet supremely fair, Thrills me with gladness, but contents me never, Fills me with sadness, yet forbids despair. |
” |
| — Florence Earle Coates, "The Ideal" in Poems | ||
| “ | Something I may not win attracts me ever,— Something elusive, yet supremely fair, Thrills me with gladness, but contents me never, Fills me with sadness, yet forbids despair. |
” |
| — Florence Earle Coates, "The Ideal" in Poems | ||