Heloise to Abelard, 1

By that vast love and passion which I bore you,
By these long years of solitude and grief,
By all my vows, I pray and I implore you,
Assuage my sorrows with a sweet relief.
Among these holy women, sin abhorring,
Whose snow-white thoughts fly ever to the Cross,
I am a sinner, with my passions warring,
All unrepentant, grieving for my loss.
Oh, not through zeal, religion or devotion,
Did I abandon those dear paths we trod;
I followed only one supreme emotion,
I took the veil for Abelard—not God!
O vows, O convent, though you have estranged
My lover's heart, behold my own unchanged!
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