Whence charms have glade; mute is shook
A cold stutter was vanquished what may,
In musing freaks and daring lights esteem,
Now jeering spite and feeling cool is lined,
More hours are spent yea few reflected here,
My mirror sunk in rust, frames black as roe,
I spent too much of my time with people,
Only to realise from them I am this far fetched.
So give a word, counsel me here, I am gone,
Now mirror my words and behold half myself,
So shepherd me far, till noon is brought me here,
No sun shall spite my presence till morn is near,
When king is brought my scaffold jesters fear,
Ere the sound is struck my vengeance thaws,
Now enemies alight, a sword was struck by here,
Now feels the might, a cheering crowd is bare,
Whomsoever is cut by me, now is cut upon me,
Worn once a glove in warmth now twice in spite.

My stairs lead me somewhere above,
Now no light is treason to hark,
Forgo my solemn night now morn,
The muted glow is all I suck,
A taste of divine for once I love.

Bring me close; now all I knew is all I dear.

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