II. Love
XVI. Not with a club the heart is broken
 

NOT with a club the heart is broken,
        Nor with a stone;
A whip, so small you could not see it.
        I've known

To lash the magic creature
        Till it fell,
Yet that whip's name too noble
        Then to tell.

Magnanimous of bird
        By boy descried,
To sing unto the stone
        Of which it died.