Bliss Carman, et al., eds. The World’s Best Poetry. 1904.
V. Cautions and ComplaintsA Womans Answer
Adelaide Anne Procter (18251864)I
Must be to give exclusive love alone;
Dearest, although I love you so, my heart
Answers a thousand claims besides your own.
Find space within my heart, and myriad things
You would not deign to heed are cherished there,
And vibrate on its very inmost strings.
Of light and warmth and music, that have nursed
Her tender buds to blossoms … and you know
It was in the summer that I saw you first.
I owe it so much; on a winter’s day,
Bleak, cold, and stormy, you returned again
When you had been those weary months away.
I gazed at them, when you were far from me,
Till I grew blind with tears … those far-off lights
Could watch you, whom I longed in vain to see.
Shut up within their petals close and fast:
You have forgotten, dear; but they and I
Keep every fragment of the golden Past.
Seems like a crown upon my life,—to make
It better worth the giving, and to raise
Still nearer to your own the heart you take.
One speak of you but lately, and for days,
Only to think of it, my soul was stirred
In tender memory of such generous praise.
Comfort to you; and I can find regret
Even for those poorer hearts who once could know,
And once could love you, and can now forget.
Love for all these? Do I not even hold
My favorite books in special tender care,
And prize them as a miser does his gold?
While summer twilights faded in the sky;
But most of all I think Aurora Leigh,
Because—because—do you remember why?
I loved so many things?—Still you the best:—
Dearest, remember that I love you more,
O, more a thousand times, than all the rest!