Jessie B. Rittenhouse, ed. (1869–1948). The Second Book of Modern Verse. 1922.
If you should tire of loving me
I
Some one of our far days,
Oh, never start to hide your heart
Or cover thought with praise.
Be sure my heart has heard,
So go from me all silently
Without a kiss or word;
And Oh, it may befall
In listening long to Heaven-song
I may not care at all!