MAGDALEN
Reading edition
Do you remember, love, the thing I was That summer morning when you stood with me There in the rain-wet fields, where the sweet wind Blew my hair loose and free? Do you remember? Ay! My soul was clean As that clean wind that blew between us two; My spirit burned as some white temple flame When the god passes through. You were my god—and all of earth fell back; I saw but you—knew only you were near; Look in my eyes—What is it there today That strikes you cold with fear? You stooped that day to touch your cheek to mine— I laugh to watch you shrink and shudder now; Am I so changed? Look well—it is your mark That brands me, cheek and brow. Ay! and my hand-print lies upon your soul! You cannot loose my fingers from your own; And though your feet go up to palaces, Or down to Hell they do not go alone.