The Untouched Goblet.
Just for a peg of love,
I invited Time to wither,
And let the body be a corpse,
I fostered no gay forest,
And its wild animals,
In my deserted isolation.
For, your terrible spindle,
And choice of single vacancy,
I kept my self as goblet.
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