Dread

  Beside a chapel I'd a room looked down,
  Where all the women from the farms and town,
  On Holy-days, and Sundays used to pass
  To marriages, and Christenings and to Mass.
 
  Then I sat lonely watching score and score,
  Till I turned jealous of the Lord next door…
  Now by this window, where there's none can see,
  The Lord God's jealous of yourself and me.