With Envy Do I Climb

How I begrudge the eyes of all these men: To whom the balcony has pledge in time, An envy which befits this grasping vine Whilst shaking its temptation joining them. The far betweens of having found it hard To cut it down in turn eludes this love, That I, cannot indeed be before you guard Whose arm is severed less from you above. Then let it be, that new vines do exist While futures' looking bright, I shall persist.