II
There is an alchemy to heal the hurt
Done to our love by shame the dragon of ill
With his allies the fear, that wars begirt
With clouds, and that sad sceptic in the will
That sneaks within our citadel, that steals
The keys and opens stealthily the gates
When we are sleeping, when the dawn conceals
Its earliest glimmer and our blood abates
Awhile its tide! O mystic maiden o' mine,
Did I not warn you of the insulting foes?
Blind worms that writhe for envy, pious swine
That gnash their teeth to espy the gold and rose
Out flaming like the dawn when kiss for kiss
Passed and for ever sealed our bale and bliss.
Done to our love by shame the dragon of ill
With his allies the fear, that wars begirt
With clouds, and that sad sceptic in the will
That sneaks within our citadel, that steals
The keys and opens stealthily the gates
When we are sleeping, when the dawn conceals
Its earliest glimmer and our blood abates
Awhile its tide! O mystic maiden o' mine,
Did I not warn you of the insulting foes?
Blind worms that writhe for envy, pious swine
That gnash their teeth to espy the gold and rose
Out flaming like the dawn when kiss for kiss
Passed and for ever sealed our bale and bliss.
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