I

FACE to face in my chamber, my silent chamber,

      I saw her!

God and she and I only,.. there, I sate down to

                  draw her

Soul, through the clefts of confession... Speak, I

                  am holding thee fast,

As the angels of resurrection shall do it at the last.

                              "My cup is blood-red

                              With my sin," she said,

            "And I pour it out to the bitter lees,

As if the angels of judgment stood over me strong

                  at the last,

                        Or as thou wert as these!"