She Told Her Beads
She told her beads with down-cast eyes,Within the ancient chapel dim;And ever as her fingers slimSlipt o’er th’ insensate ivories,My rapt soul followed, spaniel-wise.Ah, many were the beads she wore;But as she told them o’er and o’er,They did not number all my sighs.My heart was filled with unvoiced criesAnd prayers and pleadings unexpressed;But while I burned with Love’s unrest,She told her beads with down-cast eyes.