XXV. "SONNETS FROM THE PORTUGUESE." (NO. XIV.) Ir thou must love me let it be for nought Except for love's sake only. Do not say "I love her for her smile. . . her look . . . her way Of speaking gently, . . for a trick of thought That falls in well with mine, and certes brought A sense of pleasant ease on such a day;"— For these things in themselves, Beloved, may Be changed, or change for thee,—and love so wrought, May be unwrought so. Neither love me for Thine own dear pity's wiping my cheeks dry,A creature might forget to weep who bore Thy comfort long, and lose thy love thereby ! But love me for love's sake, that evermore Thou mayest love on, through love's eternity. XXVI. "SONNETS FROM THE PORTUGUESE." (NO. XVII.) My poet, thou canst touch on all the notes And strike up and strike off the general roar Of medicated music, answering for Mankind's forlornest uses, thou canst pour From thence into their ears. God's will devotes Thine to such ends, and mine to wait on thine. How, Dearest, wilt thou have me for most use? A hope, to sing by gladly or a fine Sad memory, with thy songs to interfuse ! A shade, in which to sing—of palm or pine! A grave, on which to rest from singing! Choose. XXVII. "SONNETS FROM THE PORTUGUESE." (NO. XXII.) WHEN our two souls stand up erect and strong, A place to stand and love in for a day, With darkness and the death-hour rounding it. XXVIII. "SONNETS FROM THE PORTUGUESE." (NO. XLIII.) How do I love thee? Let me count the ways. I love thee to the depth and breadth and height Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light. In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith. With my lost saints,-I love thee with the breath, F XXIX. HELEN'S TOWER.* WHO hears of Helen's Tower, may dream perchance Hearts would leap otherwise, at thy advance, The Tower of Hate is outworn, far and strange : It dies into the sand from which it sprang; But thine, Love's rock-built Tower, shall fear no change: God's self laid stable earth's foundations so, When all the morning-stars together sang. * A Tower erected by the present Earl of Dufferin and Clandeboye, on a rock on his estate at Clandeboye, Ireland, in memory of his mother, Helen, Countess of Gifford, |