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 | The Collected Poems of Philip Bourke Marston |  |
SONNET XVII. LOVE'S STRENGTH.
Had you but loved me once as I love you,
With all my strength of body, heart, and brain,
Till nothing, save our love, in life was plain,
I well had borne all else God had to do,—
Whether He made you false to me, or drew
The soul forth from the body in slow pain,
And set Death like a gulf between us twain,—
I still had said (though what God made He slew):
With all my strength of body, heart, and brain,
Till nothing, save our love, in life was plain,
I well had borne all else God had to do,—
Whether He made you false to me, or drew
The soul forth from the body in slow pain,
And set Death like a gulf between us twain,—
I still had said (though what God made He slew):
“Though she be false to me, or cold and dead,
Is not my soul yet glorious from her love?
If life be cold now, is there not enough
To keep my spirit warm till life is shed?
All strength save Death's upon the past is vain,
And in the past do I not live again?”
Is not my soul yet glorious from her love?
If life be cold now, is there not enough
To keep my spirit warm till life is shed?
All strength save Death's upon the past is vain,
And in the past do I not live again?”
| The Collected Poems of Philip Bourke Marston | |