Will hardly seem worth thinking of

    To passionate¹ women if it seem

    Certain， and they never dream

    That it fades out from kiss to kiss；

    For everything that‘s lovely is

    But a brief， dreamy， kind delight.

    O never give the heart outright²，

    For they， for all smooth lips can say，

    Have given their hearts up to the play.

    And who could play it well enough

    If deaf and dumb and blind with love？

    He that made this knows all the cost，

    For he gave all his heart and lost.