A Woman's Pity Sometimes Makes Her Mad.

Neither Love Me For Thine Own Dear Pity's Wiping My Cheeks Dry, A Creature Might Forget To Weep, Who Bore Thy Comfort Long, And Lose Thy Love, Thereby! But Love Me For Love's Sake, That Evermore Thou Mayst Love On, Through Love's Eternity.

For Me, My Heart, That Erst Did Go Most Like A Tired Child At A Show, That Sees Through Tears The Mummers Leap, Would Now Its Wearied Vision Close, Would Childlike On His Love Repose, Who Giveth His Beloved, Sleep.

But Love Me For Love's Sake, That Evermore Thou May'st Love On, Through Love's Eternity.

What I Do And What I Dream Include Thee, As The Wine Must Taste Of Its Own Grapes.

I Love Thee To The Depth And Breadth And Height My Soul Can Reach.