Keep then this broken heart of mine
That thus thou mayst remember me!
JURAT.
[XXVIII.]
What kind of comforter art thou to me?
What help and solace in calamity?
No wound is there upon my bruiséd heart
But thou hast touched to make it sting and smart!
But yet, Beloved One, I ask in pain
When is the hour when thou wilt come again?