• I Fear thy kisses, gentle maiden;
      Thou needest not fear mine;
    My spirit is too deeply laden
      Ever to burden thine.

    I fear thy mien, thy tones, thy motion;
      Thou needest not fear mine;
    Innocent is the heart’s devotion
      With which I worship thine.

  • How ruthless are the gentle —

    How cruel are the kind —

    God broke his contract to his Lamb

    To qualify the Wind —