SO sorely wounded, Love, so dark and deep,

So pitiful his eyes, so full of pain,

That men lamented, saying he was slain,

And huddled women bowed their heads to weep,

Then God was wroth, and made His lightning leap,

And rolled His loudest thunder to arraign

A fear so blindly foolishly profane,

Bewailing Love whom all the angels keep.

And thou blasphemest, thinking that my heart

Has lost the love that made it burn and thrill;

Altho' the first wild rapture may depart,

The love of loveliness is with me still;

And love of all the lovely things thou art

Upholds my courage and inspires my will.

FAIR Hope that will not die,

I lay my head at night

Upon your bosom white,

And with the dawning light

Through meadows wet with dew,

I walk with you,

Fair Hope that will not die.

Fair Hope that will not die,

I would that you were dead,

For now the leaves are shed

And darkness overhead,

A wintry sky;

I would that you were dead,

Fair Hope that will not die.