I Am Now Quite Cured Of Seeking

If You Ever Looked At Me Once With What I Know Is In You, I'd Be Your Slave.

The Clock Strikes Off The Hollow Half-hours Of All The Life That Is Left To You, One By One.

Every Leaf Speaks Bliss To Me, Fluttering From The Autumn Tree.

I Understand That Most Ladies Tend To Prefer Lap Dogs.... Perhaps I Am An Exception.

Vain Are The Thousand Creeds That Move Men's Hearts, Unutterably Vain; Worthless As Withered Weeds, Or Idlest Froth Amid The Boundless Main.