and though my passion's not completely done,
the fire that through my veins has sweetly run
has partially appeased the flame i know.
After this gesture, my relieved soul
can laugh a little at its stolen pleasure,
in past instances some comfort I may treasure,
and I will find a cure to make me whole.
My restored senses now begin, again, to sleep
and having left me [five] more days to weep,
within my eyes at length sleep takes your place;
And though it seems so cold to even view,
revokes for me its quality of ice
and shows itself almost as warm as you.
-Theo de Viau