Then to your twilights take me, Bird of Night,
Since now I’m one with you: I fear the light.
XLI
Again, again you ask how you can know
How much I really love you? This to me!
All women I do envy that I see
If they have aught of youth or charm to show,
And wonder, would you like me better so,
If better thus, if thus changed I might be,
Count o’er the years of youth still left to me