His Love

O love, thou fateful fiend of fiery pain

That dances on my heart as if it were

A joyous song whose feet pound out a train

That draws my life, amid its thorns, to her.


O love, thou wrathful mis'ry, endless woe

That seen through gray and hazy days is light

Though beauteous to behold, within is foe

That fights a raging battle day and night.


O love, thou softly fallen word that burns

Although 'tis colder than the wind that blows.

Relief seemed near yet I see it has worms.

Ah love, thou painfill'd torture, still it flows.


O love, thou painfill'd treachery that flies

Unto my heart; Now I see through clear eyes.


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