And love betwixt us face to face?
Hast thou forgot how fair I deemed
Thy face? How fair thy garment seemed?
Thy kisses on my shoulders bare,
Through rents of the poor raiment there?
My arms that loved thee nought unkissed
All o'er from shoulder unto wrist?
Hast thou forgot how brave thou wert,
Thou with thy fathers' weapon girt;
When underneath the bramble-bush