Chapter LIX: Reservations

Though cold clear cruelties like diamond Burthen this silken text of dim surmise, Surely thou knowest I am pity's bond If one but look at me with stricken eyes. If like a herald I have blazoned Pride, I am Humility's own renegade. For fruits of good and evil have I sighed? If Love forbid them, Love shall be obeyed. Though the wroth soul may excommunicate Her body, yet I see the flagrant strife Of earthy and heavenly elements create Colour, change, music. For the Tree of Life Burns with this precious mystery of sorrows That Love the Phoenix find immortal morrows.