And not for the highest virtues in Heaven,
The utmost grace that the soul can name,
Would I resign what the sin has brought me,
Which I hold glory, and thou—thy shame.
I talk of sin in the usual fashion,
But God knows what is a sin to me—
We love more fiercely or love more faintly—
But I doubt if it matters how these things be.
The best and the worst of us all sink under—
What I held passion and thou held’st lust—