ABSTRACT
John Gambril Nicholson. From Love in Earnest, 1892. The happy day – my brightest and my best – You kissed me playfully, – a mere mad freak Of which you will not, and I dare not speak, And all it meant to me you never guessed; For when with hopeless doubt I am oppressed, Knowing my love so strong and yours so weak, Once more I feel your lips upon my cheek, And this one comfort lulls my care to rest. You love me not, and yet (why should it be?) You are my Life and Death, my Fate and Fere! What makes the sun control this whirling sphere? – What makes the moon command the patient sea? – As little know I why you are to me So strangely incommunicably dear!
