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.