Re-tasted still again?—or that, anon,
Those accents ardent with your own dear aims,
Should fire mine own to ardor?—or that then
My soul should flash forth light that flamed within,
And tracing far the rays that sped from it,
Should find here”—
“One to help you, friend?” I asked—
“Then let us both thank heaven that made us weak.
So may a mortal pair bide, each to each,
Both priest and partner; like the church, their home;