If People Knew How Much I Hated

I Heard A Bustling Rumor Like A Fray, And The Wind Blows It From The Capitol.

On Your Eyelids Crown The God Of Sleep, Charming Your Blood With Pleasing Heaviness, Making Such Difference 'twixt Wake And Sleep As Is The Difference Betwixt Day And Night The Hour Before The Heavenly-harness'd Team Begins His Golden Progress In The East.

Proper Deformity Shows Not In The Fiend So Horrid As In Woman.

Do Not Speak Like A Death's-head, Do Not Bid Me Remember Mine End.

Speak On, But Be Not Over-tedious.