I Fear No Man, No Woman; Flower

There Must Be Real Gods See, The Painted Gods How Fair!

My Eye-balls Are Glass, My Limbs Marble, My Face Fixed In Its Marble Mask.

There's A Black Rose Growing In Your Garden.

I Will Be Free, No Lover's Kiss To Bind Me To Earth, No Bliss Of Love To Counteract Actual Bliss.

I Smiled, I Waited, I Was Circumspect; O Never, Never, Never Write That I Missed Life Or Loving.