Hush, I feel my spirit grow ...
When you tire ... let me go ...
I shall be ... asleep.
Irene Rutherford McLeod
“IF THOU MUST LOVE ME, LET IT BE FOR NOUGHT”
If thou must love me, let it be for nought
Except for love’s sake only. Do not say,
“I love her for her smile, her look, her way
Of speaking gently, for a trick of thought
That falls in well with mine, and certes brought