301. Wherein He Repents His Excess of Grief, Being Consoled Somewhat by the Remembrance of Her Celestial Bliss -
WHEREIN HE REPENTS HIS EXCESS OF GRIEF, BEING CONSOLED SOMEWHAT BY THE REMEMBRANCE OF HER CELESTIAL BLISS
Love and engrossing grief compelled my tongue
To fiery trespass where it should not rove,
So that of her who burns me with my love
I sang what, were it true, should not be sung.
That radiant spirit and my spirit wrung
With wretchedness might each the other prove;
And hers might hallow mine as might a dove
Quiet the clamour of the lion's lung.
She has gone home: that comforts and assures me,
Nor would I win her back to worldly doom;
Ah, rather death alone, or life alone!
My mind's eye, that her loveliness procures me,
Now sees her brilliant with celestial bloom
Fronting the seat of her Lord — and my own.
Love and engrossing grief compelled my tongue
To fiery trespass where it should not rove,
So that of her who burns me with my love
I sang what, were it true, should not be sung.
That radiant spirit and my spirit wrung
With wretchedness might each the other prove;
And hers might hallow mine as might a dove
Quiet the clamour of the lion's lung.
She has gone home: that comforts and assures me,
Nor would I win her back to worldly doom;
Ah, rather death alone, or life alone!
My mind's eye, that her loveliness procures me,
Now sees her brilliant with celestial bloom
Fronting the seat of her Lord — and my own.
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