Canto CXXIV
Love is and was my Lord and King,And in his presence I attendTo hear the tidings of my friend,Which every hour his couriers bring.
Love is and was my King and Lord,And will be, tho’ as yet I keepWithin his court on earth, and sleepEncompass’d by his faithful guard,
And hear at times a sentinelThat moves about from place to place,And whispers to the vast of spaceAmong the worlds, that all is well.