OH Love, and hast thou conquered my proud heart That did so long deny thy sovereignty? Hast given lordship and command of me Even to another, lesser than thou art? Whose footfall bids the shameful blood upstart To my pale cheeks and beat so clamorously About my head, I cannot hear or see Whose coming 'tis that bids my life depart. Ah me! my heart is as an instrument That only answers one musician's hand, A vision one alone may represent, A cipher but one sage can understand, Yet to this one as blank, as dull, as far, As such dead things to their possessors are! |