'T IS a sad truth, yet 't is a truth That does not need the proving: They give their hearts away, unasked, And are not loved for loving. Striving to win a little back, For all they feel they hide it; And lips that tremble with their love, In trembling have denied it. Sometimes they deem the kiss and smile Is life and love's beginning; While he who wins the heart away, Is satisfied with winning. Sometimes they think they have not found The right one for their mating; And go on till the hair is white, And eyes are blind with waiting. And if the mortal tarry still, They fill their lamps, undying; And till the midnight wait to hear The "Heavenly Bridegroom" crying. For while she lives, the best of them Is less a saint than woman; And when her lips ask love divine, Her heart asks love that's human! |