IN SPAIN
239
Since all my worth
For which I had birth
Is to feed love’s fang,
My joy henceforth
And my only mirth,
Shall be in the pang!
Of all my
grief and
graeme!”
The next piece, if little read, yet is often
cited by hearsay as carrying extravagance
rather near to a fantastical blasphemy.
Yet it is because the Spaniard has always
felt himself on such good terms with God,
that he could take such liberties.
If God our Saviour sweet
Were looking for a love,
He would be my rival meet;
So, Lord, I long—by token
That if Thou earnest from high,
For love of her to try
Tourneys and lances broken,
The
Celestial
rival
Though Thou wert the defender
I should essay the emprize,
And though Thou wert my rival
Thou shouldst not bear the prize.
AND MONOGRAPHS
239
Since all my worth
For which I had birth
Is to feed love’s fang,
My joy henceforth
And my only mirth,
Shall be in the pang!
Of all my
grief and
graeme!”
The next piece, if little read, yet is often
cited by hearsay as carrying extravagance
rather near to a fantastical blasphemy.
Yet it is because the Spaniard has always
felt himself on such good terms with God,
that he could take such liberties.
If God our Saviour sweet
Were looking for a love,
He would be my rival meet;
So, Lord, I long—by token
That if Thou earnest from high,
For love of her to try
Tourneys and lances broken,
The
Celestial
rival
Though Thou wert the defender
I should essay the emprize,
And though Thou wert my rival
Thou shouldst not bear the prize.
AND MONOGRAPHS