Love wooing Honour

Love wooing Honour, Honour's love did win

And had his pleasure all a summer's day.

Not understanding how the dooms begin,

Love wooing Honour, wooed her life away.

Then wandered he a full five years' unrest

Until, one night, this Honour that had died

Came as he slept, in youth grown glorified

And smiling like the Saints whom God has blest.

But when he saw her on the clear night shine

Serene with more than mortal light upon her,

The boy that careless was of things divine,

Small Love, turned penitent to worship Honour.

So Love can conquer Honour: when that's past

Dead Honour risen outdoes Love at last.