Sometimes, to solace my sad heart, I say, br Though late it be, though lily-time be past, br Though all the summer skies be overcast, br Haply I will go down to her, some day, br And cast my rests of life before her feet, br That she may have her will of me, being so sweet br And none gainsay! br br So might she look on me with pitying eyes, br And lay calm hands of healing on my head: br 'Because of thy long pains be comforted; br For I, even I, am Love: sad soul, arise!' br So, for her graciousness, I might at last br Gaze on the very face of Love, and hold Him fast br In no disguise.