Wildness Is My Suiting Scene.

The Wild Swan Hurries Hight And Noises Loud With White Neck Peering To The Evening Clowd. The Weary Rooks To Distant Woods Are Gone. With Lengths Of Tail The Magpie Winnows On To Neighbouring Tree, And Leaves The Distant Crow While Small Birds Nestle In The Edge Below.

I Ne'er Was Struck Before That Hour With Love So Sudden And So Sweet. Her Face It Bloomed Like A Sweet Flower And Stole My Heart Away Complete

I Was Byron And Shakespeare Formerly.

When Trouble Haunts Me, Need I Sigh?no, Rather Smile Away Despair

This World Has Suns, But They Are Overcast;this World Has Sweets, But They're Of Ling'ring Bloom;life Still Expects, And Empty Falls At Last;warm Hope On Tiptoe Drops Into The Tomb.