• Not by one measure mayst thou mete our love;
• For how should I be loved as I love thee?—
• I, hardly favoured graceless, joyless, lacking absolutely
• All grace/things gifts that doth with thy sweetness queenship best behove;—
• Thou, throned in every heart's elect alcove,
• And crowned with every garland fair to see garlands culled from every tree,
• Which for no head but thine, by Love's decree,
• All beauties & all mysteries interwove.

• But here thy lips thine eyes and eyes lips yield soft rebuke,—
• 10“ Thine Then only,” (say'st thou) “could I love thee less,
• If When thou couldst doubt my love's equality.”
• Peace, sweet! If not to sum but worth we look,—
• Thy love's pure heaven/heart's descending/love's high treasure/love's assessment heart's transcendence, not my love's heaped/heart's/love's heart's excess,—
• Then more a thousandfold thou lov'st than I.

   

• Lancelot lay beside the well:
• ( God's Graal is good.)
• Oh my soul is sad to tell
• The weary quest and the bitter quell;
• For he was the lord of lordlihood,
• And sleep on his eyelids fell.

• Lancelot lay before the shrine:
• ( The apple-tree's in the wood.)
• There was set Christ's very sign,
• 10The bread unknown and the unknown wine
• That the soul's life for a livelihood
• Craves from his wheat & vine.