 | The Uncollected Poems of Henry Timrod |  |
I TELL THEE, LOVE
I tell thee, Love, when once ignited
With virtues fed by worth incited
Nor time nor doubt nor slight will smother,
And this I thought thy heart would prove thee
And banish all the fears that move thee
That I can ever love another.
With virtues fed by worth incited
Nor time nor doubt nor slight will smother,
And this I thought thy heart would prove thee
And banish all the fears that move thee
That I can ever love another.
Thou wert the first who in my breast
That Passion rous'd which steals the rest,
But in its 'stead brings sweeter pain,
Thou wert the first, shalt be the last,
For when Hope's one bright dream has past,
Who oh! who could love again?
That Passion rous'd which steals the rest,
But in its 'stead brings sweeter pain,
Thou wert the first, shalt be the last,
For when Hope's one bright dream has past,
Who oh! who could love again?
This will not pass I would believe,
Thou art no false one to deceive
A heart that trusts so well in thee;
And if thy trust but equals mine
All doubts and fears thou wilt resign
And “love and live for only me.”
Thou art no false one to deceive
A heart that trusts so well in thee;
And if thy trust but equals mine
All doubts and fears thou wilt resign
And “love and live for only me.”
| The Uncollected Poems of Henry Timrod | |