Oh, For The Time When I Shall

The Night Is Darkening Round Me, The Wild Winds Coldly Blow; But A Tyrant Spell Has Bound Me, And I Cannot, Cannot Go.

He Shall Never Know How I Love Him: And That, Not Because He's Handsome, Nelly, But Because He Is More Myself Than I Am. Whatever Our Souls Are Made Of, His And Mine Are The Same.

Hush, My Darling! Hush, Hush, Catherine! I'll Stay. If He Shot Me So, I'd Expire With A Blessing On My Lips.

Joseph Is The Wearisomest And Self-righteous Pharisee Who Ever Ransacked The Bible To Rake The Promises To Himself And Fling The Curses On His Neighbor.

Tis Moonlight, Summer Moonlight, All Soft And Still And Fair; The Solemn Hour Of Midnight Breathes Sweet Thoughts Everywhere, But Most Where Trees Are Sending Their Breezy Boughs On High, Or Stooping Low Are Lending A Shelter From The Sky. And There In Those Wild Bowers A Lovely Form Is Laid; Green Grass And Dew-steeped Flowers Wave Gently Round Her Head.