Classic Poem

At last God shows me proof of His regard,
And tranquil joys replace grief's uncontrol.
Desire no longer riots in my soul;
Gone are the dreams of love and Abelard.
My holy meditations are not scarred
By scalding tears from memory's brimming bowl;
My thoughts fly unimpeded to the goal
Dethroned your image and forever barred.
Oh, let my infidelity proclaim
To all the world how fickle love can change!
A rival rules the heart once deemed so true.
Yet, ere you think me sunk in utter shame,
Hear my disclosure of what seems so strange—
This God alone takes Heloise from you.