The Argument

Why, then, if love is all there is need to give,
All love be thine.
Thine the bright wonder of this life I live,
Its doubt's dark broodings mine.

Serene that marvellous waste of crystal sky,
And that gaunt crook-backed tree!
Hush! breathes the wind invisibly rippling by,
Hush! to the wild bird's cry ...

Yet even as mind vowed no more to grieve,
Heart answered with a sigh.
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