Dear, if I might love better for your sake, I would not care though you should love me less; I love you more than to consent to take Happiness and not give you happiness. Though I were happier if you loved me more, And happier if I loved you less, I pray That though each day less than the day before You love me, I may love you more each day. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE VISION by GEORGE SANTAYANA THE PROSPECT by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING THE COLORED SOLDIERS by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR THE CONGO by NICHOLAS VACHEL LINDSAY ODE TO THE WEST WIND by PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY |