Bliss Carman, et al., eds. The World’s Best Poetry. 1904.
III. Loves BeginningsTell me, my heart, if this be love
George, Lord Lyttelton (17091773)W
Awed by a thousand tender fears,
I would approach, but dare not move;—
Tell me, my heart, if this be love.
No other voice than hers can hear;
No other wit but hers approve;—
Tell me, my heart, if this be love.
Though I was once his fondest friend,
His instant enemy I prove;—
Tell me, my heart, if this be love.
Delight in all that pleased before,
The clearest spring, the shadiest grove;—
Tell me, my heart, if this be love.
Her nets she spread for every swain,
I strove to hate, but vainly strove;—
Tell me, my heart, if this be love.