XV

Who is to blame that suddenly there fell

Suspicion like a shadow on our souls?

Love, who was once supreme, no more controls

The harmonies. Hark! Can you hear the bell

Across the valley of our tears that swell

The brook called Cedron?‘ Tis a flood that rolls

Between us; while Doubt in his tower tolls

Love's loss in our dear, shattered miracle.

Was it a word that somehow clouded thought?

Was it a flaw in substance of myself

That proved two tendencies within me wrought —

Plantagenet commingled with the Guelph?

Ah, Love, if so, have patience, and behold

How God blends His base metals with the gold.