  I would give you all my heart, and I have given All my heart to you to have and keep With your heart, where my heart has found its heaven In a light immortal, and a peace like sleep. Here is my heart, for you to have and treasure, Your woman's heart will treasure it, For a love that only love may find a measure, And only love like yours can measure it. In absence and in separation praying Before your love, my heart receive, My heart which kneels to you, so gently laying Hands of deep prayer, too reverent to grieve For lives divided, yet compassionate, As my poor heart is pitiful for yours. These hearts of ours, that know so deep a fate, Even as a heart that silently endures, Lie on an altar of consuming fire, Our hearts together, taking life thereof. Ashes must come of two hearts which aspire To God, who has given love. |
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