The Denied

Thou hast not known
My heat's distress
In its recess
The seeds are sown
By a winning glance
That thou hast east
To leave me at last
In this lovely trance!
But seeds are grown
In a harvest rich
Angles for which
Will always mourn!
I faint; I languish
Heartless art thou
Be kind but now
And soothe my anguish!
Thou hast not felt
A grief like mine
I hope; I pine
But off have I knelt
Before thee, my joy,
My love my worship
Enough this hardship
Thy slave to annoy!
Nod me thy consent
Grant me my desire
Or in thy Love's fire
The martyr, I am sent!
My ashes will adore
Thy sweet memories
My sweeter worries
And my sweetest sore!