Would plead with Mary, and would kneel to Christ;
And seek the priestly father and confess
The feeling all to him. Nor would he chide
One half as much as I would chide myself.
How would he shame me that I dared to love
“A man who had not ask’d me for my love!
A man who loved my sister and not me!”—
Then bid me count my beads for hours and hours
A week or more I slept not, counting them;
But, while my thought was fixt but on my sin,