The poems of Mrs. Emma Catherine Embury | ||
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I have won thee to love me, all cold as thou art;
I have won thee to love me, untamable heart!
For this every joy of my life has been given,
For this I have risked every promise of heaven;
I have won thee to love me,—I hold thee in thrall,
And the sight of thy bondage repays me for all.
I have won thee to love me, untamable heart!
For this every joy of my life has been given,
For this I have risked every promise of heaven;
I have won thee to love me,—I hold thee in thrall,
And the sight of thy bondage repays me for all.
I have won thee to love me, untamable heart!
I have won thee to love me, and now let us part;
Thou mayst throw off my fetters with haughty disdain,
But the scar and the aching must ever remain;
My toils may seem frail as the wood-spider's net,
But Love's spell is upon thee,—thou canst not forget.
I have won thee to love me, and now let us part;
Thou mayst throw off my fetters with haughty disdain,
But the scar and the aching must ever remain;
My toils may seem frail as the wood-spider's net,
But Love's spell is upon thee,—thou canst not forget.
The poems of Mrs. Emma Catherine Embury | ||