In the cruel garrison of affection If
Worth of lore is true You know the face of a temptress Pit Viper A
Witch or enchantress Pit Viper With the malign venom of conceit She
Tries Civil men Conceal fear Misgivings When night entreats them A
Greater chill sustains Stains her Darkness Shall not inhibit death
Blow Know this skin does not restrict her Tear and shed the coil Fall
Of garland leaves Below the soil