I am a girl who did little wrong

I am a girl who did little wrong.

I courted loneliness to be my lover.

I spoke in tongues to insensible rocks, pretending

Only I their natures could discover.

Each of us wishes more than the world can offer.

The hermit his coffin, the prince his princely coffer.

To thirst for solitude while the carnival rages

Is the curse of fools or the saintly goal of sages.

Neither a simpleton nor a saint, I suffer

The attentions of my coldly unvarying lover.