 | The Triumph of Love |  |
XXIX
O love, forgive me. I am weak of heart;I fear love's last extremity of pain:
Steadfast of soul to play the lover's part,
I shun the burden of being loved again.
Love me, if love thou must. The ebb is o'er;
The wind awakes; the sands are wet and wide.
Love me, if love thou must. I'll fear no more
To meet the rush of love's returning tide.
Love me, if love thou must. I proudly claim
The right to suffer what I dared to shun;
The right to dream that love's contagious flame
Has leaped from heart to heart and made us one;
The right to guess what words will never say;
The right to kiss in dreams thy tears away.
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