O Made for Love
O MADE for Love but unto Duty lost,
How fares it on the stony road of years?
Are there no sleepless dawns, no midnight tears
To show the one thou art the one thou wast?
Dost thou ne'er linger where the pathways crossed,
(Each like a blade of Fate's relentless shears),
While the old wistfulness o'er-sweeps thy fears?
In no weak moment countest thou the cost?
The cost! the cost!—but not to thee alone;
For who can reckon loss of thoughts unshared,
Sunsets unseen, and songs but spoken of?
What is the fireside if it warm but one?
Though far from love the greater courage dared,
Sorrow, companioned still, lies nearest love.
How fares it on the stony road of years?
Are there no sleepless dawns, no midnight tears
To show the one thou art the one thou wast?
Dost thou ne'er linger where the pathways crossed,
(Each like a blade of Fate's relentless shears),
While the old wistfulness o'er-sweeps thy fears?
In no weak moment countest thou the cost?
The cost! the cost!—but not to thee alone;
For who can reckon loss of thoughts unshared,
Sunsets unseen, and songs but spoken of?
What is the fireside if it warm but one?
Though far from love the greater courage dared,
Sorrow, companioned still, lies nearest love.
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