II

On whom their favours fall!

For them I battle till the end,

      To save from shame and thrall:

But all my heart is drawn above,

      My knees are bow'd in crypt and shrine:

I never felt the kiss of love,

      Nor maiden's hand in mine.

More bounteous aspects on me beam,

      Me mightier transports move and thrill;

So keep I fair thro' faith and prayer

      A virgin heart in work and will.