I do protest my zeal was not madness –
Distemper brought about by attraction.
In truth, I knew no way to love you less,
And rendered unreserv’d devotion.
The falling – fault confirmed, beyond mending –
Served to resurrect a spirit undone;
Some magic kindling passion contending
‘Gainst the fire of twenty thousand suns.
But, weakness infected that desire;
Yearning for all, corrupted everything;
Fervor becoming fuel for a pyre
Reducing adoration to mourning.
How oft’ can I offer you these same lines,Before both heart and intellect resign?