That Stone Walls Can Never Separate Him From His Lady
Never the shadow of a summer cloud
Can fleet between my Lady and my loving;
The miser World shall find my head unbow'd
And my heart's temper high beyond its proving.
My heart is fixt to be her Prisoner,
And she, an honest Janitress, the keys
Doth shrine in her own heart as Treasurer,
So sure that Death itself were not Decease.
For if upon a day Fate proved unkind
And grimly stalkt betwixt my Love and me,
The glancing motions of her faithful mind
Would glint athwart him plain for me to see:
And in her beamy light above his shroud
I'd see her smile, gay, confident, and proud
Can fleet between my Lady and my loving;
The miser World shall find my head unbow'd
And my heart's temper high beyond its proving.
My heart is fixt to be her Prisoner,
And she, an honest Janitress, the keys
Doth shrine in her own heart as Treasurer,
So sure that Death itself were not Decease.
For if upon a day Fate proved unkind
And grimly stalkt betwixt my Love and me,
The glancing motions of her faithful mind
Would glint athwart him plain for me to see:
And in her beamy light above his shroud
I'd see her smile, gay, confident, and proud
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