Lo, stern fate kneels before us! Lo, rapture evermore!
—What madness ’twas I know not, that thus entrancéd me;
What wine, nor who the bearer, nor whither vanished he.
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She went.—O whither too, O one true love,
Went my sad heart, thou knowest. Lo my prayer
Followeth thee, & faith that nought may move.
With prayer I came, & now with pleading strong
I leave thee, that my flinchless trust thou share;
So shall God aid us, who to him belong.