Glance of She.

what virtue there may be in me
any trace of piety
is lost in impropriety
with a stolen glance of she

I purport not to goodness hold
in truth my manner can be cold
but my vices are beholden
with a glance of she

what eager bloody flesh are we
more than god, but less than he
yet even heavens envy me
for this glance of she.

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