What Our Contempts Do Often Hurl From

Not Stepping Over The Bounds Of Modesty.

A Lover's Eyes Will Gaze An Eagle Blind.

In Maiden Meditation, Fancy Free.

I Am In Blood Stepp'd In So Far, That, Should I Wade No More, Returning Were As Tedious As Go O'er.

Is This A Vision? Is This A Dream? Do I Sleep?