Closed door struggle: GREED

Leave thy spirit fast in ambers

Lock thy eyes thy cold chambers

Safeguard thy gold

And mock thy bold

 

Lofty hurdles jump the most

Secretly over thy track of lost

Suppose it all

To ring a slender bell

 

To whose abound

sweet fume care-scent?

Unruffle your hemlock of silver silhouette

Then thrust thy bedded rose!