A LADY TO A KNIGHT
Sir Knight, thou lovest not,
If thou wouldst be too dear;
And I less worshipful, I wot,
If thou couldst kneel so near!
So must thy shield of flawless fame
Shine clear in honor's light;
Lest I should know a queenly shame
To find thee less a knight.
"IS HOPE A PHANTOM?"
Is Hope a phantom? Holds the crystal cup
Sweet madness only—an we drink it up?
A respite ere the poor, doomed soul is killed?
—Then spake one who had loved: "Hope is no lie,
But real as answered Love, or unfulfilled;
Yet were Hope phantom-false, still would I cry,
'Hail, Thou Bright Poisoner! let me drink, and die!'"
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If, lest thy heart betray thee,
Thou to one lover wouldst not constant be,
And yet thou couldst love me—
This boon I pray thee:
Divide the dark from light,
Love me by night.
If thy sweet thought would find me,
Not through the garish day, O, give it wing:
