Down in the depths, now past the skyline"—
Hard lines! The line that sways a kite
Is my line.
"My line of heart is insecure—"
Let "x" be hearts; to render scarce "x,"
Let "I"-s divide it; eyes are your
Unfair sex.
"My love will ne'er endure:" you wrong
My passion: sooth, it will, if you're it:
Yet stay: to wed?—I couldn't long