Shame

"I love thee so, I love thee so, 
I will not ever let thee go," 
Shame said, and kissed me tenderly; 
"I will be to thee for thy wife,
And all the nights and days of life 
Shall find me faithful unto thee. 

"The vine and peaches thou dost set 
Shall bear my mark, lest thou forget. 
The labour of thy weary hands 
We two will eat; we two will drink 
Life's cup, and, when thy soul-fires sink, 
I'll blow flame up into the brands.

"Hate me or love me: I am thine,
My tears are in thy cup for wine,
My laughter is thy musicking; 
No strength in fennel shalt thou find 
To put my weakness from thy mind, 
To loosen these my hands that cling. 

"I love thee so, my mate, my mate,
That when thy hearers for thee wait, 
I will not wholly let thee go: 
But I will plant above thy sleep 
Rowers that shall my memory keep 
When thou art earth in earth below."