XXXV + 

If I leave all for thee, wilt thou exchange + 

And be all to me? Shall I never miss + 

Home-talk and blessing and the common kiss + 

That comes to each in turn, nor count it strange, + 

When I look up, to drop on a new range + 

Of walls and floors, another home than this? + 

Nay, wilt thou fill that place by me which is + 

Filled by dead eyes too tender to know change? + 

That’s hardest! If to conquer love has tried, + 

To conquer grief tries more, as all things prove; + 

For grief indeed is love and grief beside. + 

Alas, I have grieved so I am hard to love⁠— + 

Yet love me⁠—wilt thou? Open thy heart wide + 

And fold within, the wet wings of thy dove. + 