Trust me, I have not earned your dear rebuke, I love, as you would have me, God the most; Would lose not Him, but you, must one be lost, Nor with Lot's wife cast back a faithless look Unready to forego what I forsook; This say I, having counted up the cost, This, though I be the feeblest of God's host, The sorriest sheep Christ shepherds with His crook. Yet while I love my God the most, I deem That I can never love you overmuch; I love Him more, so let me love you too; Yea, as I apprehend it, love is such I cannot love you if I love not Him, I cannot love Him if I love not you. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LINES WRITTEN IN AN OVID by MATTHEW PRIOR READING LESSON by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD UNVEILING THE MONUMENT by LEVI BISHOP MONT DE CASSEL by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN ON THE DEATH OF MR. GARRICK by JANE BOWDLER THE GODDESS IN THE WOOD by RUPERT BROOKE PARLEYINGS WITH CERTAIN PEOPLE OF IMPORTANCE: DANIEL BARTOLI by ROBERT BROWNING |