AndbystrangealchemyofbrainHispleasuresalwaysturnedtopain
Hisnaivet?towilddesire
Hiswittolove-hiswinetofire
Andso,beingyounganddiptinfolly,Ifellinlovewithmelancholy,AndusedtothrowmyearthlyrestAndquietallawayinjest
IcouldnotloveexceptwhereDeathWasminglinghiswithBeauty’sbreath