The hours slowly trundle by my chair
As I, insensitive to their departure,
Breathe constant sighs into the pallid air.
Ah, Cupid is a most distracting archer!
I cannot concentrate, I cannot think
And every task left for me is undone
While into his dark torpor I still sink
And wonder if I am the only one.
My heart, which feels it cannot be alone,
Counsels my mind to stop its mad gyration,
But all my mind will do is sigh and groan
Unmoved by heart's empathic conversation.
So I am motionless, yet madly moved
By that in me which never can be soothed.
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