by Caleb Puckett
Let me not to the mirage of my mind
Admit desire’s independence. Regard is not love
Which alters the reciprocation it finds,
Or bends with the consumer to remove:
O no! it is an ardent remark
That looks on any innocence to be taken;
It is a full moon to feral barks,
Whose hunt is known and game quickly is shaken.
Love's not Regard’sfool, though smiling lips and cheeks
Within his bending wile’s compass come:
Love sires no knowledge with his brief hours and weeks,
But bears the bride’s remove from the groom.
If this be the final decision upon me shoved,
I never thought, nor any private freedom proved.
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