Blackening your name, questioning my faith,
Raising sudden great flaws of desperate wind,
Making a liar of me?
Confess: was it the demon Jealousy?
Has there been any gift in these eight years
That ever you refused when gently asked?
Or that I ever chose to refuse you--
For fear of loving you too dearly--
However much I had failed to demand?
Forgive, and teach me to forgive myself.
This much we know: lifting our faith above
All argument and idle contradiction,
We have won eternity of togetherness
Here in this tall tower blessed for us alone.
[Robert Graves, ‘The Tower of Love’, from At the Gate]
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