Lock fast the gates of thy sad heart! But those
That held the key to thine unspoken woes—
Forget them not!
XXXVI
Beloved, who has bid thee ask no more
How fares my life? to play the enemy
And ask not where he dwells that was thy friend?
Thou art the breath of mercy passing o’er
The whole wide world, and the offender I;
Ah, let the rift my tears have channelled end,