Upstay

those two villeins, which her steps vpstayd, / When her weake feete could scarcely her sustaine, / And fading vitall powers gan to fade, / Her forward still with torture did constraine […]

Close to the vital seat of human clay; / Glad meetings, tender partings, that upstay

In front, a massive gateway threats the sky, / And posts of solid adamant upstay / An iron tower, firm-planted to defy / All force, divine or human. Night and day,

1917, Henry Charles Beeching, The Oxford Book of English Mystical Verse, 246, The Tree of Life Lighten, O sword divine, to clear my way, / And thou, O happy heart, upstay