a heavy heart, belov?d, have i borne

from year to year until i saw thy face,

and sorrow after sorrow took the place

of all those natural joys as lightly worn

as the stringed pearls, each lifted in its turn

by a beating heart at dance-time. hopes apace

were changed to long despairs, till god’s own grace

could scarcely lift above the world forlorn

my heavy heart. then thou didst bid me bring

and let it drop adown thy calmly great

deep being! fast it sinketh, as a thing

which its own nature does precipitate,

while thine doth close above it, mediating

betwixt the stars and the unaccomplished fate.