Align! Horsemen Poem by Iam notThou

Align! Horsemen, on this grave night of fire,
Who bear the chariot of whom I desire;
Which rides in darkness with smok'd wheels a flame,
Out from oblivion with ruinous claim;
Tis Art that's claim'd me! Thine Art is my Shame!
O Forgive! Forgive me my Maria!
Forgive now! Should I forget thy dear name!
Sweet Song! For all I hear is Coletta!
Music is thy sword, and Love is thus slain,
For such cordial hearts beat only in vain;
If Art is Love, is head or heart in guilt?
Tis sin that I bloom, when she does but wilt!
To've betray'd thy cheer for the flow'r's alure,
Forsake me, Romance! For Art is my Cure!