Out Of My Heart, One Day, I Wrote A Song, With My Heart'S Blood Imbued, Instinct With Passion, Tremulously Strong, With Grief Subdued; Breathing A Fortitude Pain-Bought. And One Who Claimed Much Love For What I Wrought, Read And Considered It, And Spoke: "Ay, Brother,--'T Is Well Writ, But Where's The Joke?"