A Little More Than Kin, And Less

I'll Be Supposed Upon A Book, His Face Is The Worst Thing About Him.

Youth To Itself Rebels, Though None Else Near.

Fair, Kind, And True, Have Often Lived Alone.

I Love You More Than Word Can Wield The Matter, Dearer Than Eye-sight, Space And Liberty

Our Doubts Are Traitors And Make Us Lose The Good We Oft Might Win By Fearing To Attempt.