Sonnets and Songs — Eadem Semper

_Eadem Semper_ How shall I hold you?

By a scimitar Of flashing wit suspended o'er your head, Oh, my Beloved?

Or with lips rose-red Lure you to Lethe?

Shall I stand afar, Pale and remote and distant as a star, Challenging love?

Or by a scarlet thread Jealousy's wiles, beguile by scorn and dread?

Wounding the heart I love with hateful scar.

Nay, I can take no action, play no play;

All my wit falters when I hear you speak, All my wise guile with which your wooing strove Vanishes as the sun of yesterday.

I can but lay my cheek against your cheek-- Love me or leave me, I can only love.

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