Thus I descend, my reason warped awry
Thus I descend, my reason warped awry.
No opium-eater or nepenthe-drinker,
I am intensely puzzled to know why
These things occur. My Grandam, must I think her
Goblin or sorceress? Can I be I?
Or am I like Christophero Sly the tinker—
That thirsty vagabond not worth a rap, astray
In lordly chamber hung with amorous tapestry?
No opium-eater or nepenthe-drinker,
I am intensely puzzled to know why
These things occur. My Grandam, must I think her
Goblin or sorceress? Can I be I?
Or am I like Christophero Sly the tinker—
That thirsty vagabond not worth a rap, astray
In lordly chamber hung with amorous tapestry?
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