THIS love puts all humanity from me; <br /> I can but maledict her, pray her dead, <br /> For giving love and getting love of thee-- <br /> Feeding a heart that else mine own had fed! <br /> <br /> How much I love I know not, life not known, <br /> Save as some unit I would add love by; <br /> But this I know, my being is but thine own-- <br /> Fused from its separateness by ecstasy. <br /> <br /> And thus I grasp thy amplitudes, of her <br /> Ungrasped, though helped by nigh-regarding eyes; <br /> Canst thou then hate me as an envier <br /> Who see unrecked what I so dearly prize? <br /> Believe me, Lost One, Love is lovelier <br /> The more it shapes its moans in selfish-wise.<br /><br />Thomas Hardy<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/she-to-him-iv/
