Poems (Van Vorst)/Though All Betray

by Marie Van Vorst

THOUGH ALL BETRAY

Dearest, give your love to me,—
 I will keep it well,
Cradle it, as does the sea
 Hold the shell—
Deep, unseen, and secretly.

Dearest, give your kiss to me,—
 I will keep tho' all assail:
As the temple prayerfully
 Holds the Grail.
Altars then my lips shall be!

Dearest, give to me your trust,—
 I will not betray . . .
Hold it, as the beacon must
 Hold the ray,
Till the lighthouse stones are dust.