TO ONE NOW ESTRANGED br Why did you love me? Was it not enough br That the world loved you, all the world and I? br Or was your heart of so sublime a stuff br That it might trifle with inconstancy br And love and cease to love and yet not die? br Heaven was your throne by right of happiness br And Earth your footstool. All things great and high br Waited your bidding, love itself no less. br Yet, if you deigned to love, if from your place br In Heaven you stooped, if, when your heart was moved, br A thrill of human pleasure tinged your face, br If 'twas in weakness not in strength you loved, br Then there was cause to blush.