O my confusion!
With whom shall my intimacy be?
With whom shall I share my gate?
When distress comes
And stress is come
When sweat upon my brow is come
And saltened sweat hath kissed my eyes
I palpitate for fear I’d cry
And how I wished I had no friend
O, my confusion!
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