another,

    hen one is black and one is fair.

    XXI.

    single glance I had

    Of my cell you all,

    I sa made me mad . . .

    ters look, t used to fall

    On my soul like his lash . . . or worse!

    And so, to save it from my curse,

    I ted it round in my shawl.

    XXII.

    And rembled from foot to head,

    o foot;

    till, after a time, ead

    too suddenly still and mute.

    I felt, beside, a stiffening cold, . . .

    I dared to lift up just a fold . . .

    As in lifting a leaf of t.

    XXIII.

    But my fruit . . . here, had been

    (I laugo t at this hour! . . .)

    Your fine we angels, who have seen

    Nearest t of Gods power, . . .

    And plucked my fruit to make them wine,

    And sucked t child of mine,

    As the flower.

    XXIV.

    rick of te!

    te c so.

    I said not a , day and night,

    I carried to and fro;

    And it lay on my  like a stone . . . as chill.

    --t as much as he will:

    I am cold, t h ago.

    XXV.

    From te mans ,

    I carried ttle body on,

    ts arms did round us s,

    And silence trees did run:

    tion as I ,--

    tood too onis,--

    t on hrone.

    XXVI.

    My little body, kerc,

    I bore it on t . . . on:

    And  ired at last,

    I scooped a he moon.

    t-tops the angels far,

    ite sar,

    Did point and mock at w was done.

    XXVII.

    Yet