Was it an accident, or did you mean
To cause confusion with one carefree glance?
You opened up a place till then unseen
And underscored the vagaries of chance.
But how dare I tend to your tender heart
When to myself I am my own worse nurse?
Your welfare cannot prosper from my part
Unless you undertake to crush the curse
That, rudderless among the reefs and shoals,
I fail my proper bearing to preserve
And come to grief, as do all hasty souls
Who trust unduly and neglect reserve.
I wait reply from where my hope is fed,
For now, in essence, there is no instead.
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