The tears that did contribute to that wave
Of Misery did cease  -so they are no more.
I could not win for a loss, I could not save
A hellish beast dead inside, or else adore.


Will she recoil  by trickery, by ways of one
Magic spell, put upon me as once was mine
Or e'er spoil   me in the liberty I have won?
A length of toil  in the cell of lengthy Time.