O madness, look, I am all alone in this desert, in that wilderness where both fear and danger dwell together.

Here, the poet calls out to his own passion or madness, laying bare the sheer depth of his loneliness. He wanders through a terrifying wilderness where even 'fear' and 'danger' walk side by side as companions, yet he remains completely solitary. It is a striking picture of emotional desolation—reminding us that in the wilderness of love, one's isolation can be so profound that even perils have each other, but the lover has no one.