Disguise Our Bondage As We Will, 'tis

A Friendship That Like Love Is Warm; A Love Like Friendship, Steady.

Though An Angel Should Write, Still 'tis Devils Must Print.

Fond Memory Brings The Light Of Other Days Around Me.

Disguise Our Bondage As We Will, 'tis Woman, Woman, Rules Us Still.

From Plants That Wake When Others Sleep, From Timid Jasmine Buds That Keep Their Odour To Themselves All Day, But When The Sunlight Dies Away Let The Delicious Secret Out To Every Breeze That Roams About.