Wilt thou my slumbering body keep,
And, toiling sorely, still bear on
The love thou seemest to have won?"
"O easy toil," he said, "to bless
Mine arms with all thy loveliness."
She smiled; "Yea, easy it may seem,
But harder is it than ye deem.
For hearken! Whatso thou mayst see,
Piteous as it may seem to thee,
Heed not nor hearken! bear me forth,