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LOVE'S CRUELTY.

"AND this then is thy love,"' I hear thee say,
"Now spare me, if thou lov'st me, this last woe!"
O Love, Love, Love! gladly would I do so;
But I am not my own; I must obey
My Lord; I am LOVE'S slave: his sway
Is cruel as the grave. When he says,
Lo! I bid thee come; I come. When he says,
Go! I go. When he says, Slay; I needs must slay.
As cruel as the grave? Yea, crueller.
Cruel as light that pours its stinging flood
Across the dark, and makes an anguished stir
Of life. Cruel as life that sends through blood
Of mortal, the immortal pang and spur.
Cruel as thy remorseless maidenhood.