Fragment #3

#3

I have only love to give thee, my sweet

As I come ashore yet of the glorious fleet

Hope of the beautiful and good, you retreat

                   Full of, alas, pain me you defeat

I am solely to blame for any misconceptions

Swelled and swollen with dastardly deceptions

You take your fill, for my thinking, no exceptions

                   Not thus, no stately receptions

My beloved, it is arranged to have you feted

Neither are you felicitous nor are you elated

All night long, I am aware, I have waited

                   Of evildoing, this is unrelated

Will you listen to my other suffering tales

What’s on their minds, what are their ails

These are the blessed ones, weigh the scales

                   Hark, see my willowy sails