And seen my flower, but feared to break its stem.
Dear God, thou knowest how often I have prayed
That this temptation might not make me fall—
Yea, I have asked for death's deliverance.
Is this thy answer, that it is no sin
For men to gather that which most they love?
So be it. Silence answers every prayer;
Thy voice hath spoken—I am satisfied.
Men say in Florence, while I watched her face,
That I bewitched her, so her very eyes