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THE UNPARDONABLE SIN

I do not cry, beloved, neither curse.

Silence and strength, these two at least are good.

He gave me sun and stars and ought He could,

But not a woman’s love; for that is hers.

He sealed her heart from sage and questioner—

Yea, with seven seals, as he has sealed the grave.

And if she give it to a drunken slave,

The Day of Judgment shall not challenge her.

Only this much: if one, deserving well,

Touching your thin young hands and making suit,

Feel not himself a crawling thing, a brute,

Buried and bricked in a forgotten hell;

Prophet and poet be he over sod,

Prince among angels in the highest place,

God help me, I will smite him on the face,

Before the glory of the face of God.