Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, SONNET-SEQUENCE: 6, by WILLIAM SHARP


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SONNET-SEQUENCE: 6, by                     Poet's Biography
First Line: And dost thou love me not a whit the less
Last Line: He who speaks thus; of real love knoweth not.
Alternate Author Name(s): Macleod, Fiona
Subject(s): Love - Nature Of


"And dost thou love me not a whit the less:
And is thy heart as tremulous as of yore;
And do thine eyes mirror the wonderfulness;
And do thy lips retain their magic lore?"
What, Sweet, can these things be, ev'n in thy thought,
And I so briefly gone, so swiftly come?
Nay, if the pulse of life its beat forgot
This speaking heart would not thereby be dumb.
I love thee, love thee so, O beautiful Hell
That dost consume heart, brain, nerves; body, soul
That even my immortal birthright I would sell
Were Heaven to choose, or Thee, as my one goal.
Sweet love fulfilled, they say, the common lot!
He who speaks thus; of real love knoweth not.





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