 | Poems Chiefly Lyric and Elegiac |  |
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TO HER.
From me thou shalt not have one word of blame:
I own thy love, thy life, thy heart, thy soul;
I chose thee for thyself; I claim thee whole,
Since first the rosy light of Love's pure flame
Led me to woo and win thee for my dame,
Finding in thee the limit and the goal
Of all desire. Yet now the tempests roll
About me, of thy sorrow and thy shame.
I own thy love, thy life, thy heart, thy soul;
I chose thee for thyself; I claim thee whole,
Since first the rosy light of Love's pure flame
Led me to woo and win thee for my dame,
Finding in thee the limit and the goal
Of all desire. Yet now the tempests roll
About me, of thy sorrow and thy shame.
Mine be thy shame, my darling, mine thy woe!
Since thou hast suffer'd and hast bravely borne
Too much, too long: and, could I have it so,
Not all the sweetest airs of summer morn
Would bring fit recompense to thee and me
Of joys that should have been, and still might be.
Since thou hast suffer'd and hast bravely borne
Too much, too long: and, could I have it so,
Not all the sweetest airs of summer morn
Would bring fit recompense to thee and me
Of joys that should have been, and still might be.
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