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Literary Gazette, 3rd April, 1824, Page 219
Do any thing but doubt me, Love!
I cannot bear a doubt from thee;
I wonder, loving as I do,
That such a thing as doubt can be.
I love you! life and love are one—
At least they seem but one to me:
I trace your voice, I trace your look,
In all I hear, in all I see.
I have love's feelings—all, oh! all,
Save that I never learnt to doubt—
Is doubting, then, your proof of love?
Oh, surely love can live without.
And feeling thus, it seems so strange
That you can doubt one vow of mine;
I pray thee, Dearest! only trust
My faithfulness—as I trust thine. L. E. L.
