And you love me
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| And you love me (1905) by |
| This poem was published in 1905 in the volume The Black Rider & Other Lines. |
And you love me
I love you.
You are, then, cold coward.
Aye; but, beloved,
When I strive to come to you,
Man's opinions, a thousand thickets,
My interwoven existence,
My life,
Caught in the stubble of the world
Like a tender veil --
This stays me.
No strange move can I make
Without noise of tearing
I dare not.
If love loves,
There is no world
Nor word.
All is lost
Save thought of love
And place to dream.
You love me?
I love you.
You are, then, cold coward.
Aye; but, beloved --
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This work published before January 1, 1923 is in the public domain worldwide because the author died at least 100 years ago. |
