Then, too, you went away out of my life!
You see the symbol you have been to me?
The swift high mind, the heart of gold and fire,
The living purpose and the mystic life
Of lonely seeking for the Grail of God!
I—call you husband? When I said your name,
It was to set the task impossible:—
Had they but known it—just as one should say:
“Bring down St Michael: let me marry him!”
They knew the angels were too pure; but you,