What Is There In Thee, Moon! That

Oh What Can Ail Thee, Knight-at-arms, Alone And Palely Loitering?

Why Employ Intelligent And Highly Paid Ambassadors And Then Go And Do Their Work For Them? You Don't Buy A Canary And Sing Yourself.

I See A Lily On Thy Brow, With Anguish Moist And Fever Dew; And On Thy Cheek A Fading Rose Fast Withereth Too.

Now A Soft Kiss - Aye, By That Kiss, I Vow An Endless Bliss.

They Swayed About Upon A Rocking Horse, And Thought It Pegasus.