To Thou

To Thou,

Thou who's heart

Art not mine

To Thou,

Who's heart belongs

To another

Who surely

Does not love you

To the point

She thinks

She doth.

That cold,

Pale hearted wench,

Who art the

Keeper, Master

And Jailor

Of your heart,

Who doth die

In the twilight.

She will forget thou soon,

Dear one.

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