For care would cool the flush of life;
And I should love thee, spotless one,
As pilgrims love some holy nun.
XXI.
Ah, queen-like creature! smile on me;
Be kind, be good; I lov'd thee much.
I thank thee, see! on bended knee.
I seek salvation in thy touch.
And when I sleep I watch thee come,
And both are wild, and one is dumb.