Betwixt and between love longing
and that which I esteem above
most worldly things
-for she is in beauty fair and in
my affections dear-
but does not let for freedom,
first born therein and then spared to ring.


She admits she's not there for me
to redeem my calling or my
dreams. I must myself my own vim repair
and revive my
original vigor to it's spring; for she does not
see them for their worth ,warrant, or as
a guarantee -nor seem to care if I wither
in my quest to set my spirit free.