In supplication my stead is the darkened hour
Trod in the sanguine chill and lonely gloom of night
Only to chance upon the open moon
Free in all her exultant glory
Yet not for me to swoon at her solicitude
For I am not entranced by innocence nor entreaty
Callous reckoning is my sweet deserts — this duplicitous soul
Even when enveloped in her enduring web
’Tis overcome — I shan’t fall by folly nor gay abandon
Nor be deceived even by winter
Unsparingly; my dreams were abandoned long ago
Never to be enticed n…