TO ONE WHO LOVED HIM <br />I cannot love you, love, as you love me, <br />In singleness of soul, and faith untried: <br />I have no faith in any destiny, <br />In any Heaven, even at your side. <br />Our hearts are all too weak, the world too wide, <br />You but a woman. If I dare to give <br />Some thought, some tenderness, a little pride, <br />A little love, 'tis yours, love, to receive. <br />And do not grieve, though now the gift appear <br />A drop to your love's ocean. Time shall see. <br />--Oh, I could prophesy:--That day is sure, <br />Though not perhaps this week, nor month, nor year, <br />When your great love shall clean forgotten be, <br />And my poor tenderness shall yet endure. <br />'Tis not the trees that make the tallest show, <br />Which stand out stoutest when the tempests blow.<br /><br />Wilfrid Scawen Blunt<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-love-sonnets-of-proteus-part-ii-to-juliet-xxxi/
