I came out alone on my way to my tryst.
But who is this that follows me in the silent dark?
I move aside to avoid his presence
but I escape him not.
He makes the dust rise from the earth
with his swagger;
he adds his loud voice to every word that I utter.
He is my own little self,
my lord, he knows no shame;
but I am ashamed
to come to thy door in his company.