Had happiness held my hands heartened in sadness,
Would I wake in a wonder of wanton faked?
If love’s languishments lept me from ladders above,
Would I not prolong these punishments proved wrong?
Should sorrows seep soundly into my shivering horrows,
Would I ache my arteries anchoring for armour’s sake?
Or would weep like willows withering in waters deep,
In drowning diplomacies declared destructive in my frowning?
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