And a great darkness falling on my soul.
O Hallelujah!... Kindly pass the milk.
3—(Swinburne, who let it get cold)
As the sin that was sweet in the sinning
Is foul in the ending thereof,
As the heat of the summer’s beginning
Is past in the winter of love:
O purity, painful and pleading!
O coldness, ineffably gray!
Oh, hear us, our handmaid unheeding,