I fancied "Our Father" framed
My trembling lips, when they exclaimed
Exultant at His sacred shrine:
Oh! Lady! All my soul is thine!
Lady, you have bewitched me with your beauty,
That God I have forgotten and myself.
Cino da Pistoia wrote the following commendatory prayer:
Into thy hands, sweet lady of my soul,
The spirit that is dying I commend;
And which departs so sorrowful that Love
Views it with pity, while dismissing it.
By you to His dominion it was bound,
So firmly, that it since hath had no power
To call on Him but thus: Oh, mighty Lord,
Whate'er thou wilt of me, Thy will is mine.
(_Transl. by_ C. LYELL.)
Lancelot, one of the great mediaeval lovers, possessed a lock of
Guinevere's hair, which he prized above all the relics of the saints.
When he parted from his mistress (whom he had loved not only
spiritually) he fell on his knees before the door of her chamber and
prayed as if "he were kneeling before the altar.
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