Two others entered in,
⁠And small Sin grew!
⁠They were not one but two.
Two mighty gloomy shapes,
Like fiends, like apes,
Followed the little Sin.
⁠No longer thin,
⁠No longer lonely,
He rules me only.
I am the thrall of Sin.

He wrecks my home.
⁠All, all against my will
⁠He rules me still.
When will my Angel come?
⁠I am alone with Sin—
The little lonely Sin,
That was so thin,
When first he entered in;
⁠Now mighty ruling Sin!