For Now They Kill Me With A

Love Goes Toward Love As Schoolboys From Their Books, But Love From Love, Toward School With Heavy Looks.

What Thing, In Honor, Had My Father Lost, That Need To Be Revived And Breathed In Me?

Those, That With Haste Will Make A Mighty Fire, Begin It With Weak Straws.

Some There Be That Shadows Kiss; Such Have But A Shadow's Bliss.

For Where Is Any Author In The World Teaches Such Beauty As A Woman's Eye?