The Hundred Best Poems (lyrical) in the English language - second series/One Way of Love

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One Way of Love.


ALL June I bound the rose in sheaves.

Now, rose by rose, I strip the leaves
And strew them where Pauline may pass.
She will not turn aside?Alas!
Let them lie.Suppose they die?
The chance was they might take her eye.


How many a month I strove to suit

These stubborn fingers to the lute!
To-day I venture all I know.
She will not hear my music?So!
Break the string; fold music's wing:
Suppose Pauline had bade me sing!


My whole life long I learned to love.

This hour my utmost art I prove
And speak my passion—heaven or hell?
She will not give me heaven? 'Tis well!
Lose who may—I still can say,
Those who win heaven, blest are they!