Love's Mendicant
They spake me fair and said: “Forgo this pain,
This grief of love.” They counselled me in vain;
Loving my grief, I count it little gain
With grief to part.
I never thought to give in such meek wise
My heart away to one whose distant eyes
Scorn my salutes, nor see me with surprise
Standing apart.
O hard of heart, give back the life I gave
In greeting to thee,—greet me, thou, and save
Me, weary for thy presence, from the grave,
O hard of heart!
This grief of love.” They counselled me in vain;
Loving my grief, I count it little gain
With grief to part.
I never thought to give in such meek wise
My heart away to one whose distant eyes
Scorn my salutes, nor see me with surprise
Standing apart.
O hard of heart, give back the life I gave
In greeting to thee,—greet me, thou, and save
Me, weary for thy presence, from the grave,
O hard of heart!
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