Beside a chapel I'd a room looked down, <br />Where all the women from the farms and town, <br />On Holy-days, and Sundays used to pass <br />To marriages, and Christenings and to Mass. <br /> <br />Then I sat lonely watching score and score, <br />Till I turned jealous of the Lord next door… <br />Now by this window, where there's none can see, <br />The Lord God's jealous of yourself and me.<br /><br />John Millington Synge<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/dread-6/
