名人诗歌|Quia Multum Amavi

Quia Multum Amavi

Dear Heart， I think the young impassioned priest

When first he takes from out the hidden shrine¹

His God imprisoned^{2 in the Eucharist，}

And eats the bread， and drinks the dreadful wine，

Feels not such awful wonder as I felt

When first my smitten^{3 eyes beat full on thee，}

And all night long before thy feet I knelt

Till thou wert wearied of Idolatry.

Ah！ hadst thou liked me less and loved me more，

Through all those summer days of joy and rain，

I had not now been sorrow's heritor，

Or stood a lackey^{4 in the House of Pain.}

Yet， though remorse^{5， youth's white-faced seneschal，}

Tread on my heels with all his retinue^6，

I am most glad I loved thee - think of all

The suns that go to make one speedwell blue！