Amid the hundred-columned courts?”
Love took from me all gifts save one:
The veil that shrouds me is his gift:
Love! say to him I love, “Alone
That veil of severance thou canst lift.”
VI.
On crimson silk, 'mid leaf and flower
I traced thy name in golden thread;
A harper harped beneath my bower:
I rose, and brought him wine and bread.