Charlotte Mew,
The Farmer's Bride — Le Sacré-Cœur…
(1921)
“ It is dark on the dome-capped hill, Serenely dark, divinely still, Yet here is the Man who bought you first Dying of his immortal smart, Your Lover, the King with the broken heart, Who while you, feasting, drink your fill, Pass round the cup Not looking up, Calls down to you, "I thirst." "A king with a broken heart! Mon Dieu! ”
