text:  Speak to me as to Mary at thy feet-- And if no precious gums my hands bestow Let my tears drop like amber while I go In reach of thy divinest voice complete In humanest affection--thus in sooth To lose the sense of losing! As a child Whose song-bird seeks the wood for evermore Is sung to in its stead by mother's mouth; Till sinking on her breast love-reconciled He sleeps the faster that he wept before