Envy those who deign to care.

To laugh at Depravity

Is to unclothe his despair.

Apathy’s seed takes strong root,

And makes all good grey in sight -

Apathy’s root be uncouth,

But ’twon’t e’er touch thee quite.

Thy beauty remain despite the strife

And will not fade if thou turn thy eye.

Depravity’s touch ne’er could brush

Thy cheeks fair with subtle flush.

Persevere my love, though thou cast me out.

Spurn me, hate me, I care not.

That thou can smile is more than enough.