Jealousy. 
By Coleridge, Mary Elizabeth. 


"The myrtle bush grew shady
Down by the ford." - 
"Is it even so?" said my lady.
"Even so!" said my lord.
"The leaves are set too thick together
For the point of a sword."

"The arras in your room hangs close,
No light between!
You wedded one of those
That see unseen." - 
"Is it even so?" said the King's Majesty.
"Even so!" said the Queen.