Chapter XXX: The Confession

II

I have a banner and a great duke's way, I have an High Adventure of my own. Yet would I rather squire a knightlier,--Nay! Be the least harper by his red-hung throne. I am not satisfied with any love Till I can say, "O stronger far than I!" Is it a shame to hide the aching of, A sacred mystery to justify? Through all our spiritual discontents Thrills the strange leaven of renunciation.-- Ah! god unknown behind the Sacraments Unfailing of the earthly expiation, Lift up this amethyst-encumbered Vine, Crush from her pain some ransom-cup of Wine.