The Lady Clarionet is still speaking:
"I would my lover kneeling at my feet
In humble manliness should cry, `O Sweet!
I know not if thy heart my heart will greet:
I ask not if thy love my love can meet:
Whate'er thy worshipful soft tongue shall say,
I'll kiss thine answer, be it yea or nay:
I do but know I love thee, and I pray
To be thy knight until my dying day.'"*2*
I imagine, too, that any wife that ever lived would be satisfied
with his glorious tribute to Mrs. Lanier in `My Springs', which closes thus:
"Dear eyes, dear eyes, and rare complete --
Being heavenly-sweet and earthly-sweet --
I marvel that God made you mine,
For when he frowns, 'tis then ye shine."*3*
Almost equally felicitous are these lines of `Acknowledgment':
"Somehow by thee, dear Love, I win content:
Thy Perfect stops th' Imperfect's argument."*4*
But the cleverest thing that Lanier has written of woman
occurs in his `Laus Mariae':
"But thou within thyself, dear manifold heart,
Dost bind all epochs in one dainty fact.
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