Retribution

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Retribution

How I did hold in deep contempt

The slaves and queens of love!

How I disguised my feelings when

I met a deer or a dove!

How I did smile and sniff and rail

At lovers young and old;

How I denied, in days gone by,

O love, thy charms untold!

But now, alas! I find myself

In chains at Beauty’s shrine:

The chains whose power I have denied

Are sapping, sapping mine.