I love and love not: Lord, it breaks my heart <br />To love and not to love. <br />Thou veiled within Thy glory, gone apart <br />Into Thy shrine, which is above, <br />Dost Thou not love me, Lord, or care <br />For this mine ill?— <br />I love thee here or there, <br />I will accept thy broken heart, lie still. <br /> <br />Lord, it was well with me in time gone by <br />That cometh not again, <br />When I was fresh and cheerful, who but I? <br />I fresh, I cheerful: worn with pain <br />Now, out of sight and out of heart; <br />O Lord, how long?— <br />I watch thee as thou art, <br />I will accept thy fainting heart, be strong. <br /> <br />'Lie still,' 'be strong,' to-day; but, Lord, to-morrow, <br />What of to-morrow, Lord? <br />Shall there be rest from toil, be truce from sorrow, <br />Be living green upon the sward <br />Now but a barren grave to me, <br />Be joy for sorrow?— <br />Did I not die for thee? <br />Did I not live for thee? Leave Me to-morrow.<br /><br />Christina Georgina Rossetti<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/dost-thou-not-care/
