My heart in a haystack I’ve hidden,
As loving and longing I lie,
Kiss open thine eyelids unbidden—
I gaze and I die!
I’ve wander’d the wild waste of slaughter,
I’ve sniff’d up the sepulchre’s scent,
I’ve doated on devilry’s daughter,
And murmur’d much more than I meant;
I’ve paused at Penelope’s portal,
So strange are the sights that I’ve seen,