Chapter 141 No.141

And I cowered deprecatingly-

"Thou Love of God! Or let me die,

Or grant what shall seem heaven almost!

Let me not know that all is lost,

Though lost it be-leave me not tied

To this despair, this corpse-like bride!

Let that old life seem mine-no more-

With limitation as before,

With darkness, hunger, toil, distress:

Be all