Bewilder me—Oh then in spite of Faith
I am cast down—You nuns, but if I needed,
As I no longer need, I’d challenge you
To contest of hard praying, one against all.
I could wrest Rachel back even to this bed
To-night. But Faith, and Prayer that’s born of Faith
Find her slow mind impediment to their power,
So I resign her—Agatha, do your worst.
The wisest course of Love? Yes, maidenhead.
For me? Love’s Sacrifice? It was not love.