Epigraph
But if the love that hath and still doth burn me
No love at length return me,
Out of my thoughts I’ll set her:
Heart let her go, O heart I pray thee let her!
Say shall she go?
O no, no, no, no, no!
Fix’d in the heart, how can the heart forget her.
TO MY FRIEND
J. L. GARVIN
THIS STUDY OF AN HEROIC LIFE