 | Poems by Henry Septimus Sutton |  |
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LOVE ETERNAL.
Love, if I love thee, 'tis because I needNot eyes to gaze into; not lips to kiss;
Not a soft breast for solace; not the bliss
Of being loved while loving;—this, indeed,
I thank thee that thou giv'st; but I should bleed
Down in my heart for loving so amiss
If I had only loved thee, Love, for this—
Sure to shake off some day like idle weed
Entangled round my foot upon the shore.
No, if I love thee, Love, it is because
Beauty that is eternal I adore,
And must pursue it, whereso'er it draws.
And lo! I travel on; I may not pause;
With thee I travel on for evermore.
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