Farewell, dear Heart! Since needs it must I go,
Dear Heart, farewell!
Fain would I stay, but that I love thee so.
One kiss, ma Belle!
What hope lies in the Land we do not know,
Who, Dear, can tell?
But thee I love, and let thy 'plaint be, ‘Lo,
He loved me well!’
More verses by Coventry Patmore
- The Victories Of Love. Book I
- The Yew-Berry
- The Angel In The House. Book Ii. Canto Xii.
- Night And Sleep
- Mignonne