Poems (Tynan)/Love's Carefulness

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LOVE'S CAREFULNESS
Unto myself I am grown dear,  Being dear to you;And fearful with a double fear  In all I do,Lest that some evil chance should proveRuin of that poor thing you love.
O this woman will love her girl,  And that her boy!I keep not even the golden curl  Of our dead joy;Now both my loves in one are givenEver to you who make my heaven.
If all our palaces were dust  Blown on the wind,I might some other woman trust  To be as kind.To love as well as I—but thenWhat love could bid you love again?
O generous giver, who hast given  Once and for aye.For life and death, for earth and heaven,  As for to-day,I love myself because you holdEvery hair of my head as gold.
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