I found the Lady in Waiting who looked after the Queen's Bedchamber far more pleasant than the one in the Inner Court. She just smiled benignly when I said I wanted to see the Queen.
Immortal love, forever full,
forever flowing free,
forever shared, forever whole,
a never ebbing sea!
Our outward lips confess the name
all other names above;
love only knoweth whence it came,
and comprehendeth love.
We may not climb the heavenly steeps
to bring the Lord Christ down;
In vain we search the lowest deeps,
for him no depths can drown.
But warm, sweet, tender, even yet,
a present help is he;
and faith still has its Olivet,
and love its Galilee.
The healing of his seamless dress
is by our beds of pain;
we touch him in life's throng and press,
and we are whole again.
Through him the first fond prayers are said
our lips of childhood frame,
the last low whispers of our dead
are burdened with his Name.
Alone, O Love ineffable,
Thy saving name is given
To turn aside from thee is hell,
To walk with thee is heaven.