Mistrust

I fell before Love in my heart, and cried,
"O Love, Love, Love, am I cast out from thee?
These that once held me in captivity
Rise up again about me on each side.
Have I so long their deadly charms defied,
To fall now, heedless of my life to be?
O Love! dear lord, hast thou forsaken me?
Dost thou thy face in sore displeasure hide?"

Then said a voice, " Thou dost me wrong, O son.
Thou art not fallen yet. Does not this prove
That thou art wholly mine, that I am Love,
And I am with thee? Of thyself alone.
What strength hadst thou to battle with their
spell?
I am thy sword, and buckler; it is well!"