Classic Poem

She never undertook to know
What death with love should have to do;
Nor has she e'er yet understood
Why, to show love, she should shed blood,
Yet though she cannot tell you why,
She can love , and she can die .
Scarce has she blood enough to make
A guilty sword blush for her sake;
Yet has she a heart dare hope to prove
How much less strong is death than love.