Higginson and Bigelow, comps. American Sonnets. 1891.
Love against LoveDavid Atwood Wasson (18231887)
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Or morning’s amber to the tree-top choirs,
So to my bosom are the beams that use
To rain on me from eyes that Love inspires;
Your love,—vouchsafe it, royal-hearted Few,—
And I will set no common price thereon;
O, I will keep, as Heaven his holy blue,
Or Night her diamonds, that dear treasure won.
But aught of inward faith must I forego,
Or miss one drop from Truth’s baptismal hand,
Think poorer thoughts, pray cheaper prayers, and grow
Less worthy trust, to meet your hearts’ demand:
Farewell! your wish I for your sake deny;
Rebel to love in truth to love am I.