Serene I was, but calm I am no more;
Self-satisfied, but now made ill at ease.
I once sat quietly and would ignore
All outer influence, but by degrees
That inner peace has worn itself to bits
And what was once a calm composure turns
To wild excitement and ecstatic fits;
The cold dispassion now with madness burns.
What once was simple, plain, wholly aloof
Is all unmade, and sanity is lost;
I need adduce to this no further proof
Of what has changed, and at how high a cost
Than to declare, before, I saw this view
And scenery appeared: now, only you.
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