She Asks Forgiveness

There is no zeal outstripping ecstasy,

nor petulance beyond a child's bright grasp

of swift-footed moments, when the giant's mask

is but for playing, not for gravity.

As a small child, and zealous, do I plead

forgiveness for some wee outrageous sins

that your displeasure's silence frowns upon.

Sweet, sweet my lord, relent, and smile instead!

Lift up from drooping the disconsolate brow

whose curls so meekly seek to hide themselves,

and let your lordliness once more avow

Marcella's coaxing, out of coventry.

AT SUNSET