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First Line: Can it, indeed, be love which stirs
Last Line: Outlet for long-inhibited tenderness.
Subject(s): Love - Nature Of


CAN it, indeed, be Love which stirs
My eager heart
Each time we meet,
Which makes so brief, so fleet
Those hours before we part:
Which, after parting, thus be-spells
My soul and dwells
Unceasingly
With ageing, lonely me:
Which fills me with strange fears
Lest some event—
Perverse—postpone, prevent
Fulfilment of that next, glad rendezvous
It is my constant hope to keep with You?

Can it, my dear, be Love, indeed,
Which I thus feel
Each time we part?
Which brings such sorrowful smart,
Which robs me of all weal
When You are absent from my sight,
Destroys delight
Implacably?
Which makes Life seem to be
Naught but the measure of Need?
Is it Love, I ask,
Which bids me bask
Day-long within Your aura ... half the night
Dream of our next encounter with delight?

Can it be Love? Ah, No. Not Love!
Sense does not thrill,
Nor passion burn,
Nor am'rous heat return
In him high on Life's Hill:
Whose blood runs slow, who seeks
Peace, and who ekes
Exiguous days,
Walks cruel, sad, harsh ways. ...
That which, to-day, I prove,
Which heart, soul, mind
In You, dear, find,
Is royal respite from Life's wretchedness...
Outlet for long-inhibited tenderness.





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