| No One So Much As You... Edward Thomas... |
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No one so much as you Loves this my clay, Or would lament as you Its dying day. |
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You know me through and through Though I have not told, And though with what you know You are not bold. |
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None ever was so fair As I thought you: Not a word can I bear Spoken against you. |
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All that I ever did For you seemed coarse Compared with what I hid Nor put in force. |
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My eyes scarce dare meet you Lest they should prove I but respond to you And do not love. |
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We look and understand, We cannot speak Except in trifles and Words the most weak. |
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For I at most accept Your love, regretting That is all: I have kept Only a fretting |
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That I could not return All that you gave And could not ever burn With the love you have, |
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Till sometimes it did seem Better it were Never to see you more Than linger here |
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With only gratitude Instead of love- A pine in solitude Cradling a dove. |
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