200. Wherein He Pleads With Love, the Cause of His Offending, to Intercede for His Pardon -
WHEREIN HE PLEADS WITH LOVE, THE CAUSE OF HIS OFFENDING, TO INTERCEDE FOR HIS PARDON
O Love, I err and I confess my error,
As one who writhes in fire, whose inner fire
Feeds and augments his grief, while on that pyre
Reason is martyred and recants in terror.
I fought my passion (it grew stronger, dearer)
So that I never might with dark desire
Affront her calm sweet face: I tried; I tire:
The curb slips, the sick soul shouts bolder, clearer.
Wherefore, if at an unaccustomed height
My soul shoot, thine the act, who can so prod,
No path too thorny stands in her despite;
But most to blame the rare rich gifts of God
Shrined in her self: let her see this aright,
Lest no forgiveness soften her chaste rod.
O Love, I err and I confess my error,
As one who writhes in fire, whose inner fire
Feeds and augments his grief, while on that pyre
Reason is martyred and recants in terror.
I fought my passion (it grew stronger, dearer)
So that I never might with dark desire
Affront her calm sweet face: I tried; I tire:
The curb slips, the sick soul shouts bolder, clearer.
Wherefore, if at an unaccustomed height
My soul shoot, thine the act, who can so prod,
No path too thorny stands in her despite;
But most to blame the rare rich gifts of God
Shrined in her self: let her see this aright,
Lest no forgiveness soften her chaste rod.
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