I Really Cannot Know Whether I Am

I Had A Dream, Which Was Not At All A Dream.

When We Two Parted In Silence And Tears, Half Broken-hearted, To Sever For Years.

So Do The Dark In Soul Expire, Or Live Like Scorpion Girt By Fire; So Writhes The Mind Remorse Hath Riven, Unfit For Earth, Undoom'd For Heaven, Darkness Above, Despair Beneath, Around It Flame, Within It Death.

Romances Paint At Full Length People's Wooing. But Only Give A Bust Of Marriages.

The French Courage Proceeds From Vanity