Girls blush, sometimes, because they are alive, half wishing they were dead to save the shame. The sudden blush devours them, neck and brow; They have drawn too near the fire of life, like gnats, and flare up bodily, wings and all. What then? Who's sorry for a gnat or girl?
Elizabeth Barrett Browning (Moulton) (March 6, 1806 June 29, 1861) was a member of the Barrett family and one of the most respected poets of the Victorian era.
I'm female, say nothing