I Have Not Slept One Wink.

Within The Book And Volume Of Thy Brain.

If The Boy Have Not A Woman's Gift To Rain A Shower Of Commanded Tears, An Onion Will Do Well For Such A Shift.

The Rest, Is Silence.

Not An Angel Of The Air, Bird Melodious Or Bird Fair, Be Absent Hence!

A Countenance More In Sorrow Than In Anger.