In strong and high devotion such as mine
To win thee to my side once more? Must I
Be cast forever off for brighter forms
And gayer smiles? Alas! I love thee still.
Love will not, cannot perish in my heart—
’Twill linger there forever. Even now
In our own dear, sweet sunset time, the hour
Of passion’s unforgotten tryst, I hush
The raging tumult of my soul, and still
The fierce strife in my lonely breast where pride