Inconstancy

Time was, when I recalled your words, your looks, your deeds. As a rapt nun counts over her blest beads; Then was my mind so filled with memory Love had no room to work his change in me, And I was faithless from my faith's continuance, Since being changeless I gave no obedience.

I have forgotten you, for these long days, All unsustained by you I went my ways, Now at the end I take you back to thought To find my action was the thing you taught. And so in faithlessness is faith's continuance. Since in a change I do you all obedience.