Judge Tenderly Of Me.

Much Madness Is Divinest Sense -- To A Discerning Eye -- Much Sense -- The Starkest Madness -- 'tis The Majority In This, As All, Prevail -- Assent -- And You Are Sane -- Demur -- You're Straightway Dangerous -- And Handled With A Chain --

It Sounded As If The Streets Were Running, And Then The Streets Stood Still.

Love Is Its Own Rescue; For We, At Our Supremest, Are But Its Trembling Emblems.

The Hearts That Never Lean Must Fall.

Wild Nights – Wild Nights! Were I With Thee Wild Nights Should Be Our Luxury! Futile – The Winds – To A Heart In Port – Done With The Compass – Done With The Chart! Rowing In Eden – Ah, The Sea! Might I Moor – Tonight – In Thee!