Their sense is with their senses all mixed in, br Destroyed by subleties these women are! br More brain, O Lord, more brain! or we shall mar br Utterly this fair garden we might win. br Behold! I looked for peace, and thought it near. br Our inmost hearts had opened, each to each. br We drank the pure daylight of honest speech. br Alas I that was the fatal draught, I fear. br For when of my lost Lady came the word, br This woman, O this agony of flesh! br Jealous devotion bade her break the mesh, br That I might seek that other like a bird. br I do adore the nobleness! despise br The act! She has gone forth, I know not where. br Will the hard world my sentience of her share? br I feel the truth; so let the world surmise.