Unrequited Love
Oh lady fair, so haughty, and so coldly proud,Entreat though I may, naught it seems can ever pierceThe adamantine shell that guards your cruel soul,And even my most honeyed words are all in vain.However hard I strive to rise above the crowdOf those that press about your feet, whose cries so fierceEach clamour to be heard and were I to enrollThe gods above, my suit would surely end in pain.In truth, I do not ask for much,...
