In Maiden Meditation, Fancy Free.

Bow, Stubborn Knees, And, Heart With Strings Of Steel, Be Soft As Sinews Of The New-born Babe. All Many Be Well.

She Moves Me Not, Or Not Removes At Least Affection's Edge In Me.

I Have A Kind Soul That Would Give You Thanks. And Knows Not How To Do It But With Tears.

It Is A Good Divine That Follows His Own Instructions.

Out, You Tallow-face! You Baggage!