The Lamia Pleasure’s mask removed;
That once hath learned how false the sheen
Of all he erst so madly loved?
And I have seen, have learned, the whole;
Till, for the passions fierce and wild
That torrent-like defied control,
A wretched apathy of soul,
Exhausted rapture’s gloomy child,
Hath crept into my very blood,
Chilling the tides that wont to flow