He'll Love And Hate Equally Under Cover,

The Clock Strikes Off The Hollow Half-hours Of All The Life That Is Left To You, One By One.

You're Hard To Please: So Many Friends And So Few Cares, And Can't Make Yourself Content.

I Have To Remind Myself To Breathe -- Almost To Remind My Heart To Beat!

I Never Told My Love Vocally Still.

But There's This One Difference: One Is Gold Put To The Use Of Paving-stones, And The Other Is Tin Polished To Ape A Service Of Silver. Mine Has Nothing Valuable About It; Yet I Shall Have The Merit Of Making It Go As Far As Such Poor Stuff Can Go. His Had First-rate Qualities, And They Are Lost, Rendered Worst Than Unavailing.