I.
Never any more, While I live,
Need I hope to see his face As before.
Once his love grown chill, Mine may strive:
Bitterly we re-embrace, Single still.
II.
Was it something said, Something done,
Vexed him? was it touch of hand, Turn of head?
Strange! that very way Love begun:
I as little understand Love's decay.
II.
When I sewed or drew, I
How he looked as if I sung, —-Sweetly too.
If I spoke a word, First of
Up his cheek the colour sprang, Then he heard.
IV.
Sitting by my side, At my feet,
So he breathed but air I breathed, Satisfied!
I, too, at love's brim Touched the sweet:
I would die if death bequeathed Sweet to him.
V.``Speak,
I love thee best!'' He exclaimed:``Let thy love my own foretell!'' I confessed:``Clasp my heart on thine ``Now unblamed,``Since upon thy soul as well ``Hangeth mine!''VI.
Was it wrong to own, Being truth?
Why should all the giving prove His alone?
I had wealth and ease, Beauty, youth:
Since my lover gave me love, I gave these.
II.
That was all I meant, —-To be just,
And the passion I had raised, To content.
Since he chose to change Gold for dust,
If I gave him what he praised Was it strange?
II.
Would he loved me yet, On and on,
While I found some way undreamed —-Paid my debt!
Gave more life and more, Till, all gone,
He should smile ``She never seemed ``Mine before.
IX.``What, she felt the while, ``Must I think?``Love's so different with us men!''He should smile: ``Dying for my sake—-``White and pink! ``Can't we touch these bubbles then``But they break?''X.
Dear, the pang is brief, Do thy part,
Have thy pleasure!
How perplexed Grows belief!
Well, this cold clay clod Was man's heart:
Crumble it, and what comes next? Is it God?
