So. Lie there, my art.

“Now I will believe that there are unicorns...”

“And sleep, that sometime shuts up sorrow's eye, Steal me awhile from mine own c…”

“And pity, like a new-born babe,Striding the blast, or heaven's cherubim, horsed…”

“For as you were when first yout eye I eyed,such seems your beauty still”