Rebuked of Love

Sometimes, I think Love doth my heart rebuke.
I fancy that he calls to me and says,
"What right hast thou to grieve? Go, hide thy face!
Say, wert thou worthy in her eyes to look,
Thou, whom God cursed, and even I forsook.
Till she reclaimed thee, and transformed thy days?
Say, hath she touched thee, hath one seen her gaze
Upon thee tenderly? Say, did she brook

Thy kiss upon her mouth, thou wretched one?
Unworthy on thy knees to kiss the ground
Her feet had sanctified, be still for shame!"
And I, I can but answer, if she found
Me fit for acceptation, I may claim
Grief's bitter privilege to dwell alone.