Thou hast the power thy vaunted love
To sanctify, all doubt above,
Despite the gathering shade:
To make that love of thine so sure
That, come what may, it must endure
Till time itself shall fade.
Thy love is but a flower
That fades within the hour!
If such thy love, oh, shame!
Call it by other name – Thy love is but a flower
That fades within the hour!
If such thy love, oh, shame!
Call it by other name –
It is not love! It is not love!
Thine is the power and thine alone,
To place me on so proud a throne
That kings might envy me!
A priceless throne of love untold,
More rare than orient pearl and gold.
But no! No, thou wouldst be free!
Such love is like the ray
That dies within the day:
If such thy love, oh, shame!
Call it by other name –
Such love is like the ray
That dies within the day:
If such thy love, oh, shame!
Call it by other name–
It is not love!
It is not love!
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