That Queen Of Secrecy, The Violet.

I Am In That Temper That If I Were Under Water I Would Scarcely Kick To Come To The Top.

Some Say The World Is A Vale Of Tears, I Say It Is A Place Of Soul-making.

The Day Is Gone, And All Its Sweets Are Gone!

I Saw Pale Kings And Princes Too, Pale Warriors, Death-pale Were They All; They Cried- "la Belle Dame Sans Merci Hath Thee In Thrall!

She Hurried At His Words, Beset With Fears, For There Were Sleeping Dragons All Around.