O, She Misused Me Past The Endurance

There's Husbandry In Heaven; Their Candles Are All Out.

Merrily, Merrily Shall I Live Now, Under The Blossom That Hangs On The Bough.

When I Waked, I Cried To Dream Again

Yon Grey Lines That Fret The Clouds Are Messengers Of Day.

Time Shall Unfold What Plaited Cunning Hides: Who Cover Faults, At Last Shame Them Derides.