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Rh XV

gently then Love laid me on his breast,

And kissed me, cheek and hands and lips and brow,

So sweetly that I do remember now

The wonder of it, and the unexpressed,

Infinite honor wherewith his eyes caressed

Youth in my soul, then ripening to the vow

That binds us; and he said to me: "Sleep, thou;

One comes who brings to thee eternal rest."

I know not how in that dread interval

My lady did herself to me make known,

So deep a slumber did upon me fall;

I woke to know her being in my own,

The nameless mystery whereon I call

When every hope hath from my bosom flown.