If I could bend to Love,
Though now uncertain of my fate,
Eternally cursing my freedom,
Would you afterward not veil me in dishonor? To stand in the brightness
And give evidence of your loving
This veil keeps beyond my reach
A reverance bestowed upon another. My soul stands longing
To merge with the one whose shadow,
The one whose every breath,
Keeps me entombed in disgrace. I do not desire that I should continue
So hungry to be fed, by your grace;
Accepting another's cast off rinds
Given from your first fruits. Say I again and again:
If I could bend to Love,
Eternally cursing my freedom,
Would you afterward not veil me in dishonor? ---written by Jane R. Lipsius
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