.

Am I to be moved

by such violent disaffect?

      Or am I to be soothed?

To which way do I sway?

      Do I leave, do I stay?

Incendiary, you rule 

       This ready fool

Your tyranny, my constancy 

        While I stand in waiting

In this pyre, burning

        Still you, far-removed

 Ever-still, stood perfect.