Who is to blame that suddenly there fell
Suspicion like a shadow on our souls?
Love, who was once supreme, no more controls
The harmonies. Hark! Can you hear the bell
Across the valley of our tears that swell
The brook called Cedron?‘ Tis a flood that rolls
Between us; while Doubt in his tower tolls
Love's loss in our dear, shattered miracle.
Was it a word that somehow clouded thought?
Was it a flaw in substance of myself
That proved two tendencies within me wrought —
Plantagenet commingled with the Guelph?
Ah, Love, if so, have patience, and behold
How God blends His base metals with the gold.