61169: To Eros

<p dir="ltr"> In that I loved you, Love, I worshipped you;<br> In that I worshipped well, I sacrificed.<br> All of most worth I bound and burnt and slew:<br> The innocent small things, fair friends and Christ.<br> I slew all falser loves, I slew all true,<br> For truth is the prime lie men tell a boy.<br> Glory I cast away, as bridegrooms do<br> Their splendid garments in their haste of joy.<br> But when I fell and held your sandalled feet,<br> You laughed; you loosed away my lips; you rose.<br> I heard the singing of your wings' retreat;<br> And watched you, far-flown, flush the Olympian snows,<br> Beyond my hoping. Starkly I returned<br> To stare upon the ash of all I burned.</p>