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Poems (Coates 1916)/Volume II/You

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YOU

IF you no more should love me?—you?
It takes my breath, a thought so strange
As that aught earthly could your spirit woo
To change!
Remote from doubt, I dwell secure
In faith all minor faiths above,
So do I trust, so live, in your
Incomparable love!


I laugh for joy to think how much
A question would your nature wrong,
Whom Heaven created, with a noble touch,
So strong!
Nay; doubt, for me, new born were over.
You will remain unchanged and true—
Not, not that I am I, my lover,
But just that you are you!