BROKEN LOVE. My Spectre around me night and day A fathomless and boundless deep, He scents thy footsteps in the snow, Through the wintry hail and rain Poor pale pitiable form From sin I never shall be free A deep winter dark and cold Dost thou not in pride and scorn O'er my sins thou dost sit and moan: THE DEFILED SANCTUARY. I SAW a chapel all of gold That none did dare to enter in, And many weeping stood without, Weeping, mourning, worshipping. I saw a serpent rise between The white pillars of the door, And along the pavement sweet, He vomited his poison out On the bread and on the wine. So I turned into a sty, And laid me down among the swine. CUPID. WHY was Cupid a boy, For he shoots with his bow, And the girl shoots with her eye, And they both are merry and glad And laugh when we do cry. Then to make Cupid a boy Was surely a woman's plan, For a boy never learns so much Till he has become a man: And then he's so pierced with cares That the whole business of his life |