Poems (Van Vorst)/Though All Betray
THOUGH ALL BETRAY
Dearest, give your love to me,— I will keep it well,Cradle it, as does the sea Hold the shell—Deep, unseen, and secretly.
Dearest, give your kiss to me,— I will keep tho' all assail: As the temple prayerfully Holds the Grail. Altars then my lips shall be!
Dearest, give to me your trust,— I will not betray . . . Hold it, as the beacon must Hold the ray,Till the lighthouse stones are dust.