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.