 | Early and late poems of Alice and Phoebe Cary |  |
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TRUE LOVE.
There is true love, and yet you mayHave lingering doubts about it;
I'll tell the truth, and simply say
That life 's a blank without it.
There is a love both true and strong,
A love that falters never;
It lives on faith, and suffers wrong,
But lives and loves forever.
Such love is found but once on earth—
The heart cannot repel it;
From whence it comes, or why its birth,
The tongue may never tell it.
This love is mine, in spite of all,
This love I fondly cherish;
The earth may sink, the skies may fall,
This love will never perish.
It is a love that cannot die,
But, like the soul, immortal,
And with it cleaves the starry sky
And passes through the portal.
This is the love that comes to stay—
All other loves are fleeting;
And when they come, just turn away—
It is but Cupid cheating.
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