Wild honey from various thyme :: :: University of Virginia Library

Seeing I have wronged thee and no speech relieves,
Brown Willy, very stubborn is thy heart,
And, in its shorter loneliness, conceives
Strange terrors with insufferable art;—
Desertion, trackless, huge forgetfulness
Pass thee by hollowly as Banquo's kings;
And when my hand draws nigh with its caress
Thou canst not speak how bitterly it clings.
So thou dost brood upon each slight neglect,
So inward on each fondled tone debate,
Fierce sorrows that thou canst not recollect
Are heaped upon thy undefended state:—
Brown Willy, but my heart so long has bled
For thee—I pray in thy own kind be comforted.