A Poem I DID NOT write

In fact, this was written by Andrew Marvell(1621-1678):

The Fair Singer
To make a final conquest of all me,
Love did compose so sweet an enemy,
in whom both beautiestomy deathagree,
Joining themselves in fatal harmony;
That while she with her eyes my heart does bind,
She with her voice might captivate my mind.

I could have fled from one but singly fair:
My disentangled soul itself might save,
Breaking the curl-ed trammels of her hair.
But how should I avoid to be her slave,
Whose subtle art can invisibly wreathe
My fetters of the very air I breathe?

It had been easy fighting in some plain,
Where victory might hang in equal choice,
But all resistance against her is vain,
Who has th' advantage both of eyes and voice,
And all my forces needs must be undone,
She having gain-ed both the wind and sun

Note: the words curl-ed and gain-ed both are published with accents, but I don't know how to do that.