CXVI
Reading edition
OH! what a thought hath filled my brain this night, And burned my fevered brow, as I suspect That all these years, the love thou didst reject Was, through strange chance, belittled in thy sight By some foul slander or some worldly wight. Methinks some poisonous tongue doth intersect Both love and friendship, and its shade reflect Unseen upon me, like some evil sprite. What’s this, that with a start I do behold, As darkness cloaks me round in cold embrace? Some goblin, born of fear, by fear made bold? Some lie that lives, yet dares not show its face? Some tale that knows ’tis false as soon as told? Such company my love doth poorly grace.