WHICH IS BEST?
To feel that heaven were not heaven without her,
That where she is not 'twere sad to be;
That all sweet fancies blossom about her,
And she lends enchantment to land and sea;
That sunlight is shadow where she does not shine,
And pain for her sake a rapture divine?
That where she is not 'twere sad to be;
That all sweet fancies blossom about her,
And she lends enchantment to land and sea;
That sunlight is shadow where she does not shine,
And pain for her sake a rapture divine?
To know that the ground you tread on she blesses,
At the sound of your voice all her pulses stir;
That no language or glance or touch confesses
The half of the love that abides in her;
That sweet things are bitter which you do not share,
Hope a delusion, and life a despair?
At the sound of your voice all her pulses stir;
That no language or glance or touch confesses
The half of the love that abides in her;
That sweet things are bitter which you do not share,
Hope a delusion, and life a despair?