Of roseless thorns to crown and bind
A sister’s crown, or mother’s kind
And sainted brow;—or twine and wind
It, thorns and all, round heart and mind
Of sweetheart-wife in love enshrined.
False, false the charge and false the mind
That ever says “False womankind!”
For the pæan ages wind
Unto me this truth they find
In the heart of humankind,