Grief Makes One Hour Ten.

Uneasy Lies The Head That Wears A Crown.

Let's Go Hand In Hand, Not One Before Another.

Nor Shall This Peace Sleep With Her; But As When The Bird Of Wonder Dies, The Maiden Phoenix, Her Ashes New-create Another Heir As Great In Admiration As Herself.

What Light Through Yonder Window Breaks?

Tis The Eye Of Childhood That Fears A Painted Devil.