Such A Blush In The

Whilst Breezy Waves Toss Up Their Silvery Spray.

But Evil Is Wrought By Want Of Thought, As Well As Want Of Heart!

Oh Would I Were Dead Now, Or Up In My Bed Now, To Cover My Head Now, And Have A Good Cry!

He Lies Like A Hedgehog Rolled Up The Wrong Way, Tormenting Himself With His Prickles.

I Love Thee - I Love Thee, 'tis All That I Can Say, It Is My Vision In The Night, My Dreaming In The Day.