My true and only wife, farewell
– And now that she is gone,
A mistress comes with me to dwell
And claims me for her own.
Sweet solitude, my supple slave,
Come, seize the joys we might not have
While She was here – Be mine!
She comes – O unresisting bliss
Submits without a word,
Modest, intent, her single thought
To please her sovereign lord.
I smile, she smiles, my frown is hers
I speak, my self replies
What I protest, she too avers
What I deny, denies.
What pair knew such enveloped bliss
O solitude, as we?
No breath to question, weigh, or need
My wisdom, will and powers
What rapture e’er was so complete
O solitude, as ours?
Then whence this impulse, strange, perverse,
To carp at such complaisance?
What could become a despot worse
Than wearying of obeisance?
But gruesome that all notes I touch
Yet cannot strike a wrong chord.
O, save me from the weight of such
And, wrapped in this rose-sickening bliss
Trimmed of the tiniest thorn
My lips of passion frame – what’s this?
O horrible! – a yawn!
Come back my wife, my darling, please,
Curtail this horrid whoring!
This creature mirrors me, and she’s