Presume Not That I Am The Thing

Preferred Three Hours Quicker Over One Moment Late.

To Unpathed Waters, Undreamed Shores.

My Tongue Will Tell The Anger Of My Heart, Or Else My Heart Concealing It Will Break.

Haply A Woman's Voice May Do Some Good When Articles Too Nicely Urged Be Stood On.

What's To Come Is Still Unsure: In Delay There Lies No Plenty; Then Come Kiss Me, Sweet And Twenty, Youth's A Stuff Will Not Endure.