Classic Poem

How wretchedly have I with trancèd eyes
(Chained galley-slaves of Hell-born sorcery)
Gazed on this world as through a shallow sea
Or glass of coloured jewels. Who is wise
That looks to find on earth a paradise?
Or how shall the flame-cinctured spirit go free
That's harnessed to a fleshly sovereignty,
Or gold-wired in a cage of woman's lies?

You were all Juliet and Rosalind
And Imogen to me. You snared my soul
And would have moulded it like pliant wax
Into the image of your lust, your mind
Is like Hell's furnace full of burning coal.
I know you now, Circe and Sycorax.