WOULD it had been mine enemy Who came a secret way -- O, but the door that waits a friend Swings open to the day. There stood no warder at my gate To bid Love stand and stay. Would it had been mine enemy In open fight and great -- 'Gainst the Beloved who goes armed In strength inviolate, Or dreads lest in his hands he bear The hungry blade of hate? Would it had been mine enemy Who mocked to see me low -- Better all anger than this thought Love left to scar me so, -- My heart was naked to his hand, His hand who gave the blow! |