LOVE'S CAREFULNESS
Unto myself I am grown dear,
Being dear to you;
And fearful with a double fear
In all I do,
Lest that some evil chance should prove
Ruin of that poor thing you love.
Being dear to you;
And fearful with a double fear
In all I do,
Lest that some evil chance should prove
Ruin of that poor thing you love.
O this woman will love her girl,
And that her boy!
I keep not even the golden curl
Of our dead joy;
Now both my loves in one are given
Ever to you who make my heaven.
And that her boy!
I keep not even the golden curl
Of our dead joy;
Now both my loves in one are given
Ever to you who make my heaven.
If all our palaces were dust
Blown on the wind,
I might some other woman trust
To be as kind.
To love as well as I—but then
What love could bid you love again?
Blown on the wind,
I might some other woman trust
To be as kind.
To love as well as I—but then
What love could bid you love again?
O generous giver, who hast given
Once and for aye.
For life and death, for earth and heaven,
As for to-day,
1 love myself because you hold
Every hair of my head as gold.
Once and for aye.
For life and death, for earth and heaven,
As for to-day,
1 love myself because you hold
Every hair of my head as gold.