VII
"Mine is a heavenly Lover,
In Him I am wholly blest;
My heart it is His coffer
Wherein His gold doth rest.
"Dead in the metal tower
I lie till night doth come,
When in a golden shower
He bursts the midnight dome.
"And, caught beyond releasing,
I yield me to His claim,
And by my creature ceasing
All that He is I am."
VIII
The silver sun looks down
On the silent tower;
The guards awaken, nor own
To the unguarded hour.
They eye each other's face,
But to speak none durst;
As though the night were ungraced,
Silent they are dispersed.
The cruel King climbs, doth draw
Near, then by he creeps,
Marking in rage and awe
The smile in which she sleeps.
Stamford,
Autumn, 1912, and Autumn, 1913.