In what garden of error
Is there greater despair
Than the substitute
For love's pure bloom? ...
Which is the open wound
In an immovable ground
That makes of love a weed
To depart whilst it bleeds? ...
The lie is disclosed
Defrauded-exposed
The diamond-only glass
Which falls from truth-then cracks...
False friend-fly from me!
Or I will away from thee
While the surface blistered still
My broken dream- I cannot heal...
Silence lie-perish and be gone
Much of life is yet condone
When from past shall present borrow
This burden shall weigh less of sorrow...
Romeo Della Valle
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