The time for your escape has come and gonenWhat kept you here save your own curious mind?nYou say you’ve seen too much, and yet look onnWhere chaster souls would run, you glance behindnHave you no ministering angels to consult?nI have no power to decide your fatenThe choice was yours, but therein lies the fault:nWhat good is choice when choice is made too late?nWhat good is virtue but a thing to lose?nWhat good are all the saintly attributes?nWe wear them on and off whene’er we choosenTo correspond with fashion, end disputes.nIf you should think to speak, say but a wordnAnd weigh it well. No explanation givenTo those who haven’t asked. What has occurednIs nothing more than reciprocativenEvents without a price nor penaltynYou’ve nothing lost that I can say I’ve gainednYou’ve acted out your part adorablynAnd for my part, I hope I’ve entertained.