The Triumph of Love | ||
XXXIII
Love! when thine eyes are dim with unwept tears,When speechless sorrow trembles in thy voice,
What can I do to charm away thy fears,
To bid thy heart look upward and rejoice?
What can I give thee to assuage thy woe?
My life? A dream! My joy? A dream's delight!
My steadfast faith, my buoyant hope? Ah no!
When thou art sad my faith and hope take flight.
All these are nought. One gift and one alone
Is worth the giving. O my dear! my dove!
If that will soothe thee, take it,—'tis thine own—
Tear from my heart the passion of its love.
So well I love thee that my love could make
My heart forget to love thee, for love's sake.
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