DEAR, if I told you, made your sorrow certain, <br />Showed you the ghosts that o'er my pillow lean, <br />What joy were mine--to cast aside the curtain <br />And clasp you close with no base lies between! <br /> <br /> <br />You have given all, and still would find to give me <br />More love, more tenderness than ever yet: <br />You would forgive me--ah, you would forgive me, <br />But all your life you never would forget. <br /> <br /> <br />And I, thank God, can still in your embraces <br />Forget the past, with all its strife and stain, <br />--But if you, too, beheld the evil faces, <br />I should forget them never, never again!<br /><br />Edith Nesbit<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/quieta-ne-movete/
