Glorious o ignominious Love
Whence doth your fate rest?
Is it past the scaffold
Or through the gibbet;
A thousand questions, the dullest drone
All unrequited, some unspoken
Heaven’s blaze………in this twilight
All is sinister, all is dark
Stitched eyelids, they cannot see
That I walk upon a precipice
O Love, where doth she lead me?
To the land of mist, eternal smog
Beware Man! Fear the white gloved hand,
Remember! Hell hath no fury like a woman’s scorn.
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