THE THIRD PROPOSITION
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If I were thine, I'd fail not of endeavour The loftiest, To make thy daily life, now and forever, Supremely blest— I'd watch thy moods, I'd toil and wait, with yearning, Incessant incense at thy dear shrine burning, If I were thine. If thou wert mine, quite changed would be these features. Then, I suspect, Thou wouldst the humblest prove of loving creatures, And not object To do the very things I am declaring I'd undertake for thee, with selfless daring, If thou wert mine. If we were ours? And now, here comes the riddle! How would that work? I'm sure you'd never stoop to second fiddle, And—I might shirk The part of serf. And, likewise, each might neither Be willing slave or servitor of either, If we were ours! Madeline Bridges. |