Thou seest how in torment my heart writhes.
I shrink from scoffing glances that I see,
And the cold looks of stone from thy bright eyes.
Avoidest thou my presence, though I long
For thee to see alone, if thou dost wish.
But me thou heedest not, and hold me wrong
If thy soft tender lips I wish to kiss.
Thou givest all the kindness and the good
To Gondolin, the people of the flow’r,
Though I could not once touch thee, though I would;
Of my time here I curse each bitter hour.
Rejection of my love doth plant a seed.
Beware lest my dark soul thou dost not heed.
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