Love to a lady said that kneeled before him, Fain of his light and of his glory fain: "Who ask of Love must manifold restore him For little joy, long pain." Swiftly she answered: "Lord, put forth thy power." (O, and the wonder of her lips and eyes!) "Let me know all. So I but have mine hour, What matter for the price?" Love laughed, and blessed her, saying: "The full measure Of all my sweet I give thee utterly; And in thy pain a joy beyond all pleasure, Seeing it comes of me." |