One Way Of Love
I. All June I bound the rose in sheaves. Now, rose by rose, I strip the leaves And strew them where Pauline may pass. She will not turn aside? Alas! Let them lie. Suppose they die? The chance was they might take her eye. II. How many a month I strove to suit These stubborn fingers to the lute! To-day I venture all I know. She will not hear my music? So! Break the string; fold musics wing: Suppose Pauline had bade me sing! III. My whole life long I learned to love. This hour my utmost art I prove And speak my passion, Heaven or hell? She will not give me heaven? Tis well! Lose who may, I still can say, Those who win heaven, blest are they!
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