There the monk his love doth meet:
Once he fell before her feet
Ere within the Abbey sweet
He, while music rose alway
From the Church, to God did pray
That his life might pass away.
There between the angel rows
With the light flame on his brows,
With his friend, the deacon goes:
Hand in hand they go together,
Loving hearts they go together
Where the Presence shineth ever.
Kiss upon the death-bed given,
Kiss on dying forehead given
When the soul goes up to Heaven.
Many thoughts beneath the sun
Thought together; Life is done,
Yet for ever love doth run.
Willow standing 'gainst the blue,
Where the light clouds come and go,
Mindeth me of kiss untrue.
Christ, thine awful cross is thrown
Round the whole world, and thy Sun
Woful kisses looks upon.
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Eastward slope the shadows now,
Very light the wind does blow,
Scarce it lifts the laurels low;
I cannot say the things I would,
I cannot think the things I would,
How the Cross at evening stood.
Very blue the sky above,
Very sweet the faint clouds move,
Yet I cannot think of love.
"There, dear, perhaps I ought to be ashamed of it, don't spare me. I have begun a good many other
