And therefore if to love can be desert, br I am not all unworthy. Cheeks as pale br As these you see, and trembling knees that fail br To bear the burden of a heavy heart,-- br This weary minstrel-life that once was girt br To climb Aornus, and can scarce avail br To pipe now 'gainst the valley nightingale br A melancholy music,--why advert br To these things ? O Beloved, it is plain br I am not of thy worth nor for thy place ! br And yet, because I love thee, I obtain br From that same love this vindicating grace, br To live on still in love, and yet in vain,-- br To bless thee, yet renounce thee to thy face.