“Why wilt thou Chide?”
      Why wilt thou chide,
Who hast attained to be denied?
      O learn, above
All price is my refusal, Love.
      My sacred Nay
Was never cheapened by the way.
Thy single sorrow crowns thee lord
Of an unpurchasable word.
      O strong, O pure!
As Yea makes happier loves secure,
      I vow thee this
Unique rejection of a kiss.
      I guard for thee
This jealous sad monopoly.
I seal this honour thine; none dare
Hope for a part in thy despair.

Webpage © 2001 ELC
Lane Core Jr. (lane@elcore.net)
Created April 8, 2001; not revised.