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WHAT THOUGH YOU LOVE ME
WHAT though you love me? Have you no caprice Would kill my heart if I but knew of it? What kisses did you leave me to commit? Through the long nights and days I have no peace To think your hand may lie without release One little moment, somewhere, where you sit — You two — you and the other — fingers knit Together while all words an instant cease! Who he may be I know not — and I know You love me, yes, you love me; but my mind Is a dark wood where nightsome shadows start. My hand is nervous as with daggers — Oh! The jealousy that chokes and makes me blind! The brooding menace of my bitter heart!July, 1898.