 | The Triumph of Love |  |
XXXVIII
Love! do I love thee less because in vainMy heart desires what other hearts love best?
Because, triumphant in its very pain,
My heart desires what heart hath ne'er possessed?
Love! do I love thee less because thy face
Glows with a beauty beyond mortal sight?
Because thy soul flits from my soul's embrace
And lures it on into new lands of light?
Love! do I love thee less because I dream
That I shall love thee more and ever more?
Because I see, beyond love's morning gleam,
A purer day than ever dawned before?
Oh no! Despair and failure, pain and strife
Are not love's ashes but its flame of life.
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