May we not love as others do, <br />Dearest, because we love, <br />A mistress I, a husband you? <br />Nay, our delights must prove <br />Either the double or the part <br />Of those who love with single heart. <br /> <br />Sweet friend, I find not any wrong <br />In your divided soul; <br />Nor you, that mine should not belong <br />Entire to one control. <br />Let simple lovers if they will <br />Contemn us, we outwit them still. <br /> <br />For small and poor and cold indeed <br />Is any heart that can <br />Hold but the measure of the need, <br />The joy, of any man. <br />Both spare and prodigal were we, <br />To love but you, to love but me.<br /><br />Arthur Symons<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/madrigal-8/
