Swift As Shadow, Short As Any Dream

The Moon, Like To A Silver Bow New Bent In Heaven.

Thou Art The Best O' The Cut-throats

Fairies, Black, Grey, Green, And White, You Moonshine Revellers, And Shades Of Night, You Orphan Heirs Of Fixed Destiny, Attend Your Office And Your Quality.

To Saucy Doubts And Fears.

He's Mad That Trusts In The Tameness Of A Wolf.