 | The poems and sonnets of Louise Chandler Moulton |  |
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A MOOD OF LOVE.
Do I love thee? Who can tell?
Time was when I loved thee well:
Is this love that now I bear,
Or does Use Love's semblance wear?
Time was when I loved thee well:
Is this love that now I bear,
Or does Use Love's semblance wear?
Should I grieve if thou wert gone?
Should I miss thee, left alone?
Would the summer be less sweet
If our lips should never meet?
Should I miss thee, left alone?
Would the summer be less sweet
If our lips should never meet?
If some other fairer Fair
Fettered thee with silken snare,
Should I sorrow to behold
Thee her captive—mine of old?
Fettered thee with silken snare,
Should I sorrow to behold
Thee her captive—mine of old?
Ah, it may be, should we part,
I should learn how dear thou art,—
When the gods withdraw we know
How divine the feet that go.
I should learn how dear thou art,—
When the gods withdraw we know
How divine the feet that go.
| The poems and sonnets of Louise Chandler Moulton | |