DEFIANCE

O wide the way your beauty goes,

For all its feigned indifference,

And every folly’ s path it knows,

And every humour of pretence.

But I can be as false as are

The rainbow loves which are your days,

And I will gladly go and far,

Content with your immediate praise.

Your lips, the shyer lover’ s bane,

I take with disputation none,

And am your kinsman in disdain

When all is excellently done.