[Written To The Most Beautiful Woman In The World] My Sweetheart Is The Truth Beyond The Moon, And Never Have I Been In Love With Woman, Always Aspiring To Be Set In Tune With One Who Is Invisible, Inhuman. O Laughing Girl, Cold Truth Has Stepped Between, Spoiling The Fevers Of Your Virgin Face: Making Your Shining Eyes But Lead And Clay, Mocking Your Brilliant Brain And Lady'S Grace. Truth Haunted Me The Day I Wooed And Lost, The Day I Wooed And Won, Or Wooed In Play: Tho' You Were Juliet Or Rosalind, Thus Shall It Be, Forever And A Day. I Doubt My Vows, Tho' Sworn On My Own Blood, Tho' I Draw Toward You Weeping, Soul To Soul, I Have A Lonely Goal Beyond The Moon; Ay, Beyond Heaven And Hell, I Have A Goal!