By The Way Verses, Fragments, and Notes [by William Allingham] |
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[I will not be a critic where I love.]
I will not be a critic where I love.Love must love or not love—
So long as he's my sweetheart I will love him.
What care I what the world call this or that?
Have I such reason, that it cannot err,
Like God's? I am a poor weak human soul,
And love or hate, I cannot tell you why—
Friends have I, real, or they seem so now,
And while I'm in that notion I am theirs
Through good and evil—
If friendship, love, are nothing, what's life worth?
Some may endure to play at chilly chess
With men and women—I must hate and love!
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