This Man Is Freed From Servile Bands,

Sighing That Nature Formed But One Such Man, And Broke The Die.

Absence - That Common Cure Of Love.

Perhaps The Early Grave Which Men Weep Over May Be Meant To Save.

And Dreams In Their Development Have Breath, And Tears, And Tortures, And The Touch Of Joy; They Have A Weight Upon Our Waking Thoughts, They Take A Weight From Off Our Waking Toils, They Do Divide Our Being.

Happiness Was Born A Twin.