If I could sup, to-night, with all the gods.
IV.
A shrinèd saint would change his place with me
If he but knew the worth of what I feel.
He is enrobed indeed, and for his weal
Hath much concern; but how forlorn is he!
How pale his pomp! He cannot sue to thee,
But I am sainted every time I kneel.
V.
I walk'd abroad, to-day, ere yet the dark