IX

Go, I cried, thou hast chosen the Human, and left

                  the Divine!

Then, at least, have the Human shared with thee,

                  their wild berry-wine?

Have they loved back thy love, and when strangers

                  approached thee with blame,

Have they covered thy fault with their kisses, and

                  loved thee the same?

                              But she wept and said,

                              "God, over my head,

            Will sweep in the wrath of His judgment seas,

If He deal with me sinning, but only the same

                        And not gentler than these!"