Face to face beloved her I saw straight-
And kidding it- airily edged twice
With flaming sword to slash my gut to price
This sin my taste for fleshless comfort mate;
As I past cattle taxed on belly wait
The wage of food and dust known to entice
Beloved her to death, with rib for vice
Ruling over that sin her taste for hate.
And I tempt down my mouth and fall the same
For furrowed brow as her for bearing pain
In birthing souls that voice caught naked out.
Now beloved her has everlasting fame
As seeded bride to be a spirit lain
In white to clothe our sin this taste of doubt.