The Unknown Eros

who look'd from

spoke in quiet

the seventh

him, and

words an

ho was patien

st his grief sho

ted hi

him slumbe

eyelids, and t

late so

, wit

s tears, left o

ble drawn be

t, within

ters and a re

lass abraded

or seven

e with

er coins, ranged th

rt his s

hat night

I wept,

st we lie with

ng Thee

memberest o

de ou

kly und

t comman

atherly

ou hast moulde

ve Thy wrat

rry for their