And make you happy whom I grieve to giicve, 
Think not that I can grudge it, but believe 
I do commend you to that nobler grace, 
That readier wit than mine, that sweeter face ; 
Yea, since your riches make me rich, conceive 
I too am crowned, while bridal crowns I .weave, 
And thread the bridal dance with jocund pace. 
For if I did not love you, it might be 
That I should grudge you some one dear delight; 
But since the heart is yours that was mine own, 
Your pleasure is my pleasure, right my right; 
Your honourable freedom makes me free, 
And you companioned I am not alone. 
Christina Rossetti. 
Scotch f iFj — E levation, 
HE tidal wave of deeper souls 
Into our inmost being rolls, 
And lifts us unawares 
