XXV.
At these words then (how could I help myself?)
My heart-gates flew wide open; emptied all,—
The whole the priest had told me of my sin;
And how we should not talk together more.
How wild it made him! Never had I seen
One shaken so. His anger frighten’d me.
“This crafty priest,” he said, “you ask’d of God:
He answer’d you about the Church, ‘of course.’