It Is Not Night When I Do

I Love Thee, And It Is My Love That Speaks

The Fashion Of The World Is To Avoid Cost, And You Encounter It.

Sleep, That Sometimes Shuts Up Sorrow's Eye.

The Eye Of Man Hath Not Heard, The Ear Of Man Hath Not Seen, Man's Hand Is Not Able To Taste, His Tongue To Conceive, Nor His Heart To Report, What My Dream Was.

But I Will Wear My Heart Upon My Sleeve For Daws To Peck At: I Am Not What I Am.