Modern Love XL: I Bade My Lady Think

 I bade my Lady think what she might mean.
 
Know I my meaning, I? Can I love one, 
And yet be jealous of another? None 
Commits such folly.
 Terrible Love, I ween, 
Has might, even dead, half sighing to upheave 
The lightless seas of selfishness amain: 
Seas that in a man's heart have no rain 
To fall and still them.
 Peace can I achieve, 
By turning to this fountain-source of woe, 
This woman, who's to Love as fire to wood? 
She breathed the violet breath of maidenhood 
Against my kisses once! but I say, No! 
The thing is mocked at! Helplessly afloat, 
I know not what I do, whereto I strive, 
The dread that my old love may be alive, 
Has seized my nursling new love by the throat.

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