Dear heart,i think the young impassioned priest
When first he takes from out the hidden shrine
His god imprisoned in the Eucharist
And eats the bread,and drinks the dreadful wine
Feels not such awful wonder as i felt
When first my smitten eves beet full on thee
And all night long before thy feet knelt
Till thou were wearied ofIdolartry
Ah!Hadest thou liked me less and loved me more
Through all those summer days of joy and rain ,
I haad not now been sorrow's heritor,
Or stood a lackey in the House of Pain
Yet,though remorse,youth's white-faced seneschal
Tread on my heels with all retinue,
I am most glad i loved thee ------think of all
The suns that go to make one speedwell bule!
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