130. Wherein He is Prepared to Suffer If Only He May Not Offend His Lady -
WHEREIN HE IS PREPARED TO SUFFER IF ONLY HE MAY NOT OFFEND HIS LADY
O Love, to whom my heart lies open wide —
No thought obscure, each hard pang manifest —
Explore this flaming and unbolted breast,
Behold what from your fierce eyes cannot hide.
Thou knowest for thy sake what trials betide;
Me still from day to day, from plain to crest
Thou drivest, with no heed, while I protest
As on my tortured feet new thorns are tried.
True, I discern the distant beacon light
Toward which, by dark paths, thou goadest me;
Alas, I lack thy wings to push my flight!
Yet from these torments I would never flee,
Obtaining this sole favour in her sight —
That not displeased my love, my death she see.
O Love, to whom my heart lies open wide —
No thought obscure, each hard pang manifest —
Explore this flaming and unbolted breast,
Behold what from your fierce eyes cannot hide.
Thou knowest for thy sake what trials betide;
Me still from day to day, from plain to crest
Thou drivest, with no heed, while I protest
As on my tortured feet new thorns are tried.
True, I discern the distant beacon light
Toward which, by dark paths, thou goadest me;
Alas, I lack thy wings to push my flight!
Yet from these torments I would never flee,
Obtaining this sole favour in her sight —
That not displeased my love, my death she see.
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