O LET me be in loving nice, <br />Dainty, fine, and o’er precise, <br />That I may charm my charmàd dear <br />As tho’ I felt a secret fear <br />To lose what never can be lost,— <br />Her faith who still delights me most! <br />So shall I be more than true, <br />Ever in my ageing new. <br />So dull habit shall not be <br />Wrongly call’d Fidelity.<br /><br />Mary Elizabeth Coleridge<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/punctilio/
