Arthur Quiller-Couch, comp. The Oxford Book of Victorian Verse. 1922.
Spiritual LoveWilliam Caldwell Roscoe (18231859)
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Die ere Time can turn his glass?
What tho’ locks the Graces braiding
Perish like the summer grass?
Tho’ thy charms should all decay,
Think not my affections may!
Captured not my idle heart;
Love so grounded ends in scorning,
Lacks the barb to hold the dart.
My devotion more secure
Woos thy spirit high and pure.