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Love is Best.
"You ask me for my love," she said; "your voice is full of passion,
You woo me as a man should woo, in bold and earnest fashion.
Not all the vows that I have heard of love and deep devotion
Have stirred my heart to feel the least faint answering emotion;
And I have said unto myself, 'No man has power to win me,
Yet now I feel as if you touched some strange, new feeling in me,
I cannot send you from my side with my accustomed coldness,
I seem to fear—yet find a charm in your insistent boldness.
And yet—Why should I yield my heart unto your passion's pleading?
I hold it as a royal gift, some high requital needing.
In days of old, such men as you fought for their lady's favour,
And of their trophies, these, the best—their fame and honour—gave her.