 | The Collected Poems of Philip Bourke Marston |  |
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SONNET XV. LOVE'S DESPERATION.
Since, sweet, you cannot love me, and we twain
Must live and die apart; and since I know,—
Though you, through pity, will not own it now,—
Sundered, your soul from mine will not retain
The memory of love, as strong as vain;
That soon you will forget to grieve, and so
Forget for what you wish to grieve; and lo!
Once gone, you will not think of me again;—
Must live and die apart; and since I know,—
Though you, through pity, will not own it now,—
Sundered, your soul from mine will not retain
The memory of love, as strong as vain;
That soon you will forget to grieve, and so
Forget for what you wish to grieve; and lo!
Once gone, you will not think of me again;—
O loved, unloving love! let not this be.
Rather, O my love, hate me, with the whole
Deep strength of that unfathomable soul—
With hate as strong as is my love for thee;
Let it a brand upon my soul be set.
O love, do all things else, but not — Forget!
Rather, O my love, hate me, with the whole
Deep strength of that unfathomable soul—
With hate as strong as is my love for thee;
Let it a brand upon my soul be set.
O love, do all things else, but not — Forget!
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