What see you in this ragged ravaged frame

That bore the spleen life’s gauntlet set to prove

And by long love, you share my deepest stains

That God set forth here not to be removed?

What faith keeps you steadfastly by my side—

No pride of man could wield such loyal power,

For by your beauty could you else abide

Not squander here the waning of youth’s hours?

Perhaps unto yourself you are untrue

Or yet strange potion plied puts you part blind,

Or some spell cast bade lowly servitude

That you stay helot to my dwindling time.

By love’s great grace I here now set you free,

That you yet thrive beyond this curse and me.