There Is No Creature Loves Me; And

All Dark And Comfortless.

But Love Is Blind And Lovers Cannot See

Inconstancy Falls Off Ere It Begins.

Farewell! Thou Art Too Dear For My Possessing.

Make Me A Willow Cabin At Your Gate, And Call Upon My Soul Within The House; Write Loyal Cantons Of Contemned Love And Sing Them Loud Even In The Dead Of Night.