Yes, yes! I love thee, Guilo; thee alone. <br />Why dost thou sigh, and wear that face of sorrow? <br />The sunshine is to-day's, although it shone <br />On yesterday, and may shine on to-morrow. <br />I love but thee, my Guilo! be content; <br />The greediest heart can claim but present pleasure. <br />The future is thy God's. The past is spent. <br />To-day is thine; clasp close the precious treasure. <br />See how I love thee, Guilo! Lips and eyes <br />Could never under thy fond gaze dissemble. <br />I could not feign these passion-laden sighs; <br />Deceiving thee, my pulses would not tremble. <br />'So I loved Romney.' Hush, thou foolish one— <br />I should forget him wholly wouldst thou let me; <br />Or but remember that his day was done <br />From that supremest hour when first I met thee. <br />'And Paul?' Well, what of Paul? Paul had blue eyes, <br />And Romney gray, and thine are darkly tender! <br />One finds fresh feelings under change of skies— <br />A new horizon brings a newer splendor. <br /> <br />As I love thee <br />I never loved before; <br />Believe me, Guilo, for I speak most truly. <br />What though to Romney and to Paul I swore <br />The self-same words; my heart now worships newly. <br />We never feel the same emotion twice: <br />No two ships ever ploughed the self-same billow; <br />The waters change with every fall and rise; <br />So, Guilo, go contented to thy pillow.<br /><br />Ella Wheeler Wilcox<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/guilo/
