Content with Dolores! No; I do repent
The many minutes I with her have spent.
Not Dolores but Eve I love:
Who will not change a turtle for a spider?
The will of man is by his reason sway'd;
And reason says you are the worthier magician.
Things growing are not clean until their season
So I, being agitated, till now ripe not to reason;
And touching now the point of human skill,
Reason becomes the marshal to my will
And leads me to your foot, where I o'erlook
Love's stories written in love's odd book.
Next Chapter