Clepe me pharisaic was nothing
Nay, hypocrite was I
Clepe me sadducee was nothing
Nay, hypocrite was I
Smiled when upset I
Frowned when happy I
Hate I with affection
Love I with hatred
Yet different art thou
Go to, go to
For me 'tis
Emptiness hath still in my soul
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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