Love's Calendar; or, Eros and Anteros - Part 28
I knew not how I loved thee — no!
I knew it not till all was o'er —
Until thy lips had told me so —
Had told me I must love no more!
I knew not how I loved thee! — yet
I long had loved thee wildly well!
I thought 'twere easy to forget —
I thought a word would break the spell:
And even when that word was spoken,
Ay! even till the very last,
I thought, that spell of faith once broken,
I could not long lament the past.
Oh, foolish heart! Oh, feeble brain,
That love could thus deceive — subdue!
Since hope cannot revive again,
Why cannot memory perish too?
I knew it not till all was o'er —
Until thy lips had told me so —
Had told me I must love no more!
I knew not how I loved thee! — yet
I long had loved thee wildly well!
I thought 'twere easy to forget —
I thought a word would break the spell:
And even when that word was spoken,
Ay! even till the very last,
I thought, that spell of faith once broken,
I could not long lament the past.
Oh, foolish heart! Oh, feeble brain,
That love could thus deceive — subdue!
Since hope cannot revive again,
Why cannot memory perish too?
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