Before I trust my fate to thee, Or place my hand in thine, Before I let thy future give Color and form to mine, Before I peril all for thee, question thy soul to-night for me. I break all slighter bonds, nor feel A shadow of regret: Is there one link within the past That holds thy spirit yet? Or is thy faith as clear and free as that which I can pledge to thee? Does there within thy dimmest dreams A possible future shine, Wherein thy life could henceforth breathe, Untouched, unshared by mine? If so, at any pain or cost, O, tell me before all is lost! Look deeper still. If thou canst feel, Within thy inmost soul, That thou hast kept a portion back, While I have staked the whole, Let no false pity spare the blow, but in true mercy tell me so. Is there within thy heart a need That mine cannot fulfil? One cord that any other hand Could better wake or still? Speak now, lest at some future day my whole life wither and decay. Lives there within thy nature hid The demon-spirit, Change, Shedding a passing glory still On all things new and strange? It may not be thy fault alone—but shield my heart against thine own. Couldst thou withdraw thy hand one day And answer to my claim, That Fate, and that to-day’s mistake— Not thou—had been to blame? Some soothe their conscience thus; but thou wilt surely warn and save me now. Nay, answer not,—I dare not hear, The words would come too late; Yet I would spare thee all remorse, So, comfort thee, my fate— Whatever on my heart may fall—remember, I would risk it all!
A Woman’s Question
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