Love's Calendar; or, Eros and Anteros - Part 7
Well! call it Friendship! have I asked for more,
Even in those moments when I gave the most?
'Twas but for thee I looked so far before!
I saw thy bark was hurrying blindly on,
A guideless thing upon a dangerous coast, —
With thee, — with thee, where would I not have gone?
But could I see thee drift upon the shore,
Unknowing drift, upon a shore unknown?
Yes, call it Friendship, and let no revealing,
If Love be there, e'er make Love's wild name heard,
It will not die, if it be worth concealing!
Call it then Friendship — but oh, let that word
Speak but for me — for me, a deeper feeling
Than ever yet a lover's bosom stirred!
Even in those moments when I gave the most?
'Twas but for thee I looked so far before!
I saw thy bark was hurrying blindly on,
A guideless thing upon a dangerous coast, —
With thee, — with thee, where would I not have gone?
But could I see thee drift upon the shore,
Unknowing drift, upon a shore unknown?
Yes, call it Friendship, and let no revealing,
If Love be there, e'er make Love's wild name heard,
It will not die, if it be worth concealing!
Call it then Friendship — but oh, let that word
Speak but for me — for me, a deeper feeling
Than ever yet a lover's bosom stirred!
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