To fear, that unknown friend, thou can’st ne’er win,
For as strength climbs the sinewed vines of heart,
Such sway thy beauty yields to much chagrin
It doth from the vale of souls truth impart,
For darkness grows in realms of unknown grief,
Where the mind reels within peppered season,
And that barren truth a wind-tossed leaf,
T’was born of virtue, denied of reason.
Ah! Lurid nightfall-engulfed vessel rise,
Release me from thy varied periled seas;
Sweet vision, thy contour, a victor’s prize
Hath brightness beckoned that doth mine eye please:
For bewitched maid, taste the echoing breeze;
Where pure love all mine heart reborn doth seize.