The House Of Love

Often between the midnight and the morn I wake and see the angels round my bed; Then fall asleep again, well-comforted. I wait not now till that clear dawn be born Shall lead my feet (O Love, thine eyes are worn With watching) where her feet have late been led; Nor lie awake, saying the words she said-- (Her yellow hair.--Have ye seen yellow corn?) I fall asleep and dream and quite forget, For here in heaven I know a new love's birth Which casteth out all memory. And yet (As I had loved her more, O Christ, on earth, Hadst Thou not been so long unsought, unmet) Some morrow Thou shalt learn my worship's worth.