Hal, If I Tell Thee A Lie,

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

Besides, They Are Our Outward Consciences, And Preachers To Us All, Admonishing That We Should Drew Us Fairly For Our End.

Love's Stories Written In Love's Richest Books. To Fan The Moonbeams From His Sleeping Eyes.

Hear My Soul Speak. Of The Very Instant That I Saw You, Did My Heart Fly At Your Service

Cease Thy Counsel, For Thy Words Fall Into My Ears As Priceless As Water Into A Seive.