A Lover's Eyes Will Gaze An Eagle

By Heaven, I Love Thee Better Than Myself

The Bird That Hath Been Limed In A Bush, With Trembling Wings Misdoubteth Every Bush.

And, If You Love Me, As I Think You Do, Let's Kiss And Part, For We Have Much To Do

Love Goes Toward Love As Schoolboys From Their Books, But Love From Love, Toward School With Heavy Looks.

Would It Not Grieve A Woman To Be Over-mastered By A Piece Of Valiant Dust? To Make An Account Of Her Life To A Clod Of Wayward Marle?