A Schoolboy's Tale, The Wonder Of An

On The Ear Drops The Light Drip Of The Suspended Oar.

I Depart, Whither I Know Not; But The Hour's Gone By When Albion's Lessening Shores Could Grieve Or Glad Mine Eye.

For The Night Shows Stars And Women In A Better Light.

Now What I Love In Women Is, They Won't Or Can't Do Otherwise Than Lie, But Do It. So Well, The Very Truth Seems Falsehood To It.

In Solitude, Where We Are Least Alone.