XIV

'St. Agnes! Ah! it is St. Agnes' Eve—

      Yet men will murder upon holy days:

      Thou must hold water in a witch's sieve,

      And be liege-lord of all the Elves and Fays,

      To venture so: it fills me with amaze

      To see thee, Porphyro!—St. Agnes' Eve!

      God's help! my lady fair the conjuror plays

      This very night: good angels her deceive!

But let me laugh awhile, I 've mickle time to grieve.'