The Home Book of Verse 33 – Stevenson · Verses Across
Literature · Romance
The Home Book of Verse 33Part 2 · Chapter 62
18
Literature · Romance
The Home Book of Verse 33
Part 2 · Chapter 62
StevensonEnglish
Late tired with woe, even ready for to pine
With rage of love, I called my Love unkind;
She in whose eyes love, though unfelt, doth shine,
Sweet said that I true love in her should find.
I joyed; but straight thus watered was my wine,
That love she did, but loved a love not blind;
Which would not let me, whom she loved, decline
From nobler cause, fit for my birth and mind:
And therefore, by her love's authority,
Willed me these tempests of vain love to fly,
And anchor fast myself on Virtue's shore.
Alas, if this the only metal be
Of love new-coined to help my beggary,
Dear! love me not, that ye may love me more!
