My heart cannot achieve my mind's desires
Because it counsels (oh pernicious mind)
A calming patience that would bank the fires
Of love's frustration. If I could but find
A way to make my heart at last resigned
To know she will return, perhaps I could
In humble patience sit here unrepined.
But no; though I assure myself it would
Be good for nothing but my own self-good
I cannot sit here without fidgeting
In my annoyance that my lover should
Be anywhere but here. Soon she will wing
Her swift way back; but never swift enough
To stop my heart from grumping in a huff.
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