Poems (Kimball)/Constancy
For works with similar titles, see Constancy.
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constancy.
I rifled a leaf from the heart of a rose:— Believe! believe!Though love comes lightly, not lightly it goes; It steals through our veins and our youth's white flower Blossoms in crimson from that hour; Life of our life, it cannot deceive!I love thee, I love thee, believe!
Oh, fancies are fitful as breezes that blow— Believe! believe!They come to us lightly, more lightly they go; Diviner than duty, and stronger than will, Love, the sweet mystery, rules me still; Tyranny tender, it cannot deceive; I love thee, I love thee, believe!