She tells him that
"The widest land
Doom takes to part us, leaves thy hand in mine
With pulses that beat double. What I do
And what I dream include thee, as the wine
Must taste of its own grapes. And when I sue
God for myself, he hears that name of thine
And sees within mine eyes the tears of two."
Doom takes to part us, leaves thy hand in mine
With pulses that beat double. What I do
And what I dream include thee, as the wine
Must taste of its own grapes. And when I sue
God for myself, he hears that name of thine
And sees within mine eyes the tears of two."
She shows him how worthy of acceptance is the love of the most humble; how beautiful is mere love itself; how impossible it is that there should be anything low in love, even when the lowliest love; how God accepts the love of the meanest creatures, because they love. How through her love, she stands transfigured and glorified in her lover's presence, and
She pleads that he may not love her for her deserts, which she accounts poor, and says:
"If thou must love me, let it be for naught
Except for love's sake only. Do not say
I love her for her smile—her look—her way.
Of speaking gently—for a trick of thought
Which falls in well with mine, and certes brought
A sense of pleasant ease on such a day—
For these things in themselves, beloved, may
Be changed, or change for thee—and love so wrought,
May be unwrought so. Neither love me for
Thine own dear pity's wiping my cheeks dry—
Except for love's sake only. Do not say
I love her for her smile—her look—her way.
Of speaking gently—for a trick of thought
Which falls in well with mine, and certes brought
A sense of pleasant ease on such a day—
For these things in themselves, beloved, may
Be changed, or change for thee—and love so wrought,
May be unwrought so. Neither love me for
Thine own dear pity's wiping my cheeks dry—
