And the whole is well worth thinking o'er
When autumn comes: which I mean to do
One day, as I said before.
ANY WIFE TO ANY HUSBAND
My love, this is the bitterest, that thou—
Who art all truth, and who dost love me now
As thine eyes say, as thy voice breaks to say—
Shouldst love so truly, and couldst love me still
A whole long life through, had but love its will,