Love's Remorse
Staid by sweet suggestion
and guileless of mounting truth,
this fellow suffering ~ remorse
is played upon ~ uncouth!
The goading fills my pastime
no more the anvil's muse,
but lawless, hastened by-line
indoctrinating lose!
My stand is only wait ~ Thine
Oh cherished friend removed,
what keeps thy prison recline,
what keeps my prayer from proved!
Oh action, I am inclined
to fade ~ helpless, aloof,
while victimizing bends stine,
and drinks my scant reprove!
The cruel heart ~ the grapevine
of melancholy's move
has decimated true pine
of love in newness groove!
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