Is there within thy heart a need
That mine cannot fulfill?
One chord that any other hand
Could better wake or still?
Speak now, lest at some future day, my whole life wither and decay....
Couldst thou withdraw thy hand one day,
And answer to my claim
That fate, and that to-day’s mistake,
Not thou, had been to blame?
Some soothe their conscience thus; but thou—oh, surely thou wilt