Didymus. Grant me forgiveness, lady Theodora!
And fear not. I have spent my breath of life,
Beating the human hurricane outside,
To reach thee first of any. Piteous thing,
Flutter not to and fro; thy net is cut:
No carrion crow shall ever prey on thee,
White dove! The evil room’s alive with light,
Thy light shed out; nor am I longer dark,
Who see, feel, bathe in it. Oh, what a stream,
Full from within, as through a lattice door,