SATIETY
Dear you were as is the tree of Being
To the happy dead in heaven’s bow’rs.****
Whence and what, this evil spell that flings me
Forth from love with loveless eyes unseeing?
Fair you were as nymph or queen of vision—
Bosomed like the succubi of dreams.****
All your beauty turns to sad, ironic
Weariness, and sorrowful derision.