And What’s He Then That Says I

What, No More Ceremony? See, My Women! Against The Blown Rose May They Stop Their Nose That Kneel'd Unto The Buds.

And Will He Not Come Again? And Will He Not Come Again? No, No, He Is Dead. Go To Thy Deathbed. He Never Will Come Again.

To Sue To Live, I Find I Seek To Die; And, Seeking Death, Find Life: Let It Come On.

I Can Call Spirits From The Vasty Deep.

O Tiger's Heart Wrapped In A Woman's Hide!