So Bright The Tear In Beauty's Eye,

Ah, Happy Years! Once More Who Would Not Be A Boy?

You Gave Me The Key To Your Heart, My Love, Then Why Did You Make Me Knock?

This Is To Be Along; This, This Is Solitude!

He Learned The Arts Of Riding, Fencing, Gunnery, And How To Scale A Fortress - Or A Nunnery.

But Stories Somehow Lengthen When Begun.