My faintest change of cheek—my softest touch—
Most sportive, careless smile, or low-breathed sigh—
Nay, to my voice’s lightest modulation,
Though imperceptible to all but you,—
If you give not to these, unquestioning,
A limitless faith—the faith you give to Heaven—
I will not call you “friend.” I would disdain
A seraph’s heart, as yours I now renounce,
If such the terms on which ’twere proffered me.
Deny me Faith—that poor, yet priceless boon—