My life is wasted like a lamp ablaze Within a solitary house unused, My life is wasted and by Love men praise For sweet and kind. How often have I mused What lovely thing were love and much repined At my cold bosom moved not by that flame. ’Tis kindled; lo, my dreadful being twined Round one whom to myself I dare not name. I cannot quench the fire I did not light And he that lit it will not; I cannot even Drive out the guest I never did invite; Although the soul he dwells with loses heaven. I burn and know not why; I sink to hell Fruitlessly and am forbidden to rebel.

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