That day she left me, 'twas an April day,
One of her days of mingled mist and sun,
I well remember how she paused and gazed
Full in my eyes, as if forbidden love
Were vainly seeking words which shame denied;
Then suddenly she stooped, and her lips brushed
My forehead. God gave gentle words ; she prayed,
"May the Christ-Mother have you in her care"—
Nothing besides. Passionately I rose up,
Willing for her sake to be crucified;