Chapter IV

And in this garden sloping to the sea I dwelt (it seemed) to watch a pageant pass,-- Great Kings, their armour strong with iron and brass, Young Queens, with yellow hair bound wonderfully. For love's sake, and because of love's decree, Most went, I knew; and so the flowers and grass Knew my steps also: yet I wept Alas, Deeming the garden surely lost to me. But as the days went over, and still our feet Trod the warm, even places, I knew well (For I, as they, followed the close-heard beat Of Love's wide wings who was her sentinel) That here had Beauty built her citadel And only we should reach her mercy-seat.