Wall Must Get The Weather Stain Before

A Grave, On Which To Rest From Singing?

Deep Violets, You Liken To The Kindest Eyes That Look On You, Without A Thought Disloyal.

Neither Love Me For Thine Own Dear Pity's Wiping My Cheeks Dry, A Creature Might Forget To Weep, Who Bore Thy Comfort Long, And Lose Thy Love, Thereby! But Love Me For Love's Sake, That Evermore Thou Mayst Love On, Through Love's Eternity.

There's Nothing Great Nor Small, Has Said A Poet Of Our Day, Whose Voice Will Ring Beyond The Curfew Of Eve And Not Be Thrown Out By The Matin's Bell.

We Have Hearts Within, Warm, Live, Improvident, Indecent Hearts.