Ii

Though she hath gazed into mine eyes and said, “Belovéd, look thou in my soul and see,” And I have looked and read The burthen of a kindred agony, I am grown glad that this hath come to be Betwixt the quick and dead.-- She asks me now for songs from love’s sweet psalter, Here where the music of my life lies hushed: For love, that died upon the iron altar Where hers lies crushed.