No star is ever lost we once have seen, We always may be what we might have been Since Good, though only thought, Has life and breath - God's life - can always be redeemed from death. And evil in its nature is decay, And any hour may blot it all away. The hope that lost in some far distance seems, May be the truer life, and this the dream.

" While several men showed interest in her Procter never married. She was silent – who would hear her pleading?
Men and beasts were housed – but Adelaide Anne Procter must stay
Houseless in the great and pitiless city
Till the dawning of the winter day. A voracious reader Procter was largely self-taught; Adelaide Anne Procter did however study at Queen's College in Harley Street in 1850.

Procter's literary career began when Adelaide Anne Procter was a teenager; her poems were primarily publiAdelaide Anne Procterd in Charles Dickens's periodicals Household Words and All the Year Round and later publiAdelaide Anne Procterd in book form. Procter was the favourite poet of Queen Victoria. She worked on behalf of a number of causes most prominently on behalf of unemployed women and the homeless and was actively involved with feminist groups and journals.