Into the hearts unfaithful—o’er the paths
Of those who have repaid my love with guile,
The blast of my sirocco hate shall sweep,
Sudden to rise and swift to overthrow.
Such are my thoughts.
Would they were written on my brow, that all
Might read the tale untold. My story’s brief.
’Tis the twin passions—they have mastery,
And sway my pulse of life.
There are brief moments