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HE COMPARES HIMSELF TO A BESIEGED CITY, AND ACCUSES HIS OWN HEART OF / TREASON.
O tyrant thoughts, vouchsafe me some repose! / Sufficeth not that Love, and Death, and Fate, / Make war all round me to my very gate, / But I must in me armed hosts enclose? / And thou, my heart, to me alone that shows / Disloyal still, what cruel guides of late / In thee find shelter, now the chosen mate / Of my most mischievous and bitter foes? / Love his most secret embassies in thee, / In thee her worst results hard Fate explains, / And Death the memory of that blow, to me / Which shatters all that yet of hope remains; / In thee vague thoughts themselves with error arm, / And thee alone I blame for all my harm.
MACGREGOR.