Love grasps my heart in a net <br />Like the strong roots of a flower; <br />So surely his root is set <br />In my spirit, to hold me with power. <br />Yet to--night, O forgive me, Dear! <br />I am troubled, my heart trembles. <br />There flutters within me a fear <br />That Love in vain dissembles. <br /> <br />O is it that even our trust, <br />So strongly planted, <br />How steadfast soever, must <br />By its own fear be haunted? <br />As the heart must beat in the breast <br />If the pulse to its life be true, <br />Love must tremble and throb in his nest <br />To be sure of his life--blood anew?<br /><br />Robert Laurence Binyon<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/fears-of-love/
