Envy
The imperious sun, grown sullen by great heat,
Holds in its mighty heart of light and fire
A wild and uncontrollable desire,
That night can soothe not, nor can time abate.
Dead æons numberless have seen it wait,
Haughtily patient in its awful ire,
Hopeless, alas! yet striving to aspire
To goals impossible, as deaf as Fate.
Had it the power to merit one sweet boon,
Gladly it would forever in gloom eclipse
The glorious Heaven of light that in it glows,
For it is fain to silver, as did the moon,
Juliet's delicious and ecstatic lips,
When resting flower-wise upon Romeo's.
Holds in its mighty heart of light and fire
A wild and uncontrollable desire,
That night can soothe not, nor can time abate.
Dead æons numberless have seen it wait,
Haughtily patient in its awful ire,
Hopeless, alas! yet striving to aspire
To goals impossible, as deaf as Fate.
Had it the power to merit one sweet boon,
Gladly it would forever in gloom eclipse
The glorious Heaven of light that in it glows,
For it is fain to silver, as did the moon,
Juliet's delicious and ecstatic lips,
When resting flower-wise upon Romeo's.
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