G AZEL

The realm of patience thou'st laid waste. Hel a g u hight art thou, Paynim?
 O mercy! thou'st the world consumed, a blazing light art thou, Paynim?
A maiden's grace, is that thy grace, a conquering hero's voice, thy voice;
Thou Woe, I know not, maid or youthful lord of might art thou, Paynim?
What mean those hidden, secret sighs, and tears, and saddest grievings, pray?
The wailing lover of some wanton gay and bright, art thou, Paynim?
Why on the polished mirror dost thou thus so frequent cast thine eyes?
Bewildered and distraught at thine own beauty's sight art thou, Paynim?
I've heard that poor Ned i m hath been by cruel Paynim captive ta'en—
That fierce oppressor of the Faith, and foe of right, art thou, Paynim?