Leave me be

You made especially evident; for none you ever bent.

Henceforth I will be aware, surely, angels aren’t heaven-sent.

Some cruel, corrupt, conniving thing; did let you.

To suckle simple, submissive souls; did set you.

Look, narcissus himself took pity on you with some resent.

It is wholly evident now, surely, you weren’t heaven-sent.

Go back to, from whence you came, what horrendous hole.

Leave with same rigour, with which did enter my soul.



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