God put a power of closer tenderness
In mine than in most women's souls. Who thrills
The senses, holds the heart, in all inspiring
Ways sweetens and magnifies to good
Love's life, conceiving colder estimate
Of love? So will I love you, without stint.
Compare this feeble and disjointed utterance with the corresponding speech in Swinburne's play. Mary says:
O my fair lord!
How fairer is this warrior face, and eyes
With the iron light of battle in them, left