An Altar and Sacrifice to Disdain, for Freeing Him from Love

My Muse by thee restored to life,
To thee, Disdain, this altar rears;
Whereon she offers causeless strife,
Self-spending sighs, and bootless tears.

Long suits in vain,
Hate for good will;
Still-dying pain,
Yet living still;
Self loving pride,
Looks coyly strange;
Will, Reason's guide,
Desire of change;
And, last of all,
Blind Fancy's fire;
False Beauty's thrall,
That binds Desire.

All these I offer to Disdain,
By whom I live from Fancy free;
With vow, that if I love again,
My life the sacrifice shall be.