5.28.2021

not a word can I bear Spoken against you

No one so much as you 
Loves this my clay, 
Or would lament as you 
Its dying day. 
 
You know me through and through 
Though I have not told, 
And though with what you know 
You are not bold. 
 
None ever was so fair 
As I thought you: 
Not a word can I bear 
Spoken against you. 
 
All that I ever did 
For you seemed coarse 
Compared with what I hid 
Nor put in force. 
 
My eyes scarce dare meet you 
Lest they should prove 
I but respond to you 
And do not love. 
 
We look and understand, 
We cannot speak 
Except in trifles and 
Words the most weak. 
 
For I at most accept 
Your love, regretting 
That is all: I have kept 
Only a fretting 
 
That I could not return 
All that you gave 
And could not ever burn 
With the love you have, 
 
Till sometimes it did seem 
Better it were 
Never to see you more 
Than linger here 
 
With only gratitude 
Instead of love - 
A pine in solitude 
Cradling a dove. 
 

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