The Broken Wing/The Silence of Love

​2. The Silence of Love

Since thus I have endowed you with the wholeJoy of my flesh and treasure of my soul,And your life debt to me looms so supreme,Shall my love wax ungenerous as to seemBy sign or supplication to demandAn answering gift from your reluctant hand?
Give what you will . . . if aught be yours to give!But tho' you are the breath by which I liveAnd all my days are a consuming pyreOf unaccomplished longing and desire,How shall my love beseech you or besetYour heart with sad remembrance and regret?
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Quenched are the fervent words I yearn to speak,And tho' I die, how shall I claim or seekFrom your full rivers one reviving shower,From your resplendent years one single hour?Still for Love's sake I am foredoomed to bearA load of passionate silence and despair.
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