Put Forth Thy Hand, Reach At The

My Only Love Sprung From My Only Hate.

Is This A Dagger Which I See Before Me, The Handle Toward My Hand?

Awake, Dear Heart, Awake. Thou Hast Slept Well. Awake.

With Mirth In Funeral And With Dirge In Marriage.

What's Done Is Done. The Joy Is In The Doing.