The first approach of Jealousy, and that which followeth the
first,
The pain, the fire that burns within thy heart we quench and
drive away.
Even as the earth is dead to sense, yea, more unconscious than
the dead,
Even as a corpse's spirit is the spirit of the jealous man.
The thought that harbours in thy heart, the fluttering doubt
that dwells therein.
Yea, all thy jealousy, like heat born of the dance, I banish
thence.
