1. Let me not obey the tormentors, for that is not my faith
There is no peace of heart in this world, like one spellbound

2. I know I am mad with love for you
And with you I have no excuse of madmen

3. One with a tuft has composed on the ivory of his brow
Of his hair black rings like ostriches

4. As if the line of a revealer above his cheek
Is a race-course of calamity upon roses and eglantine