Richard Watson Gilder (Ричард Уотсон Гилдер)
The New Day. Part 3. 3. “What Would I Save Thee from, Dear Heart, Dear Heart?”
What would I save thee from, dear heart, dear heart? Not from what Heaven may send thee of its pain; Not from fierce sunshine or the scathing rain: The pang of pleasure; passion's wound and smart; Not from the long, glad anguish of thine art; Nor loss of faithful friends, nor any gain Of growth by grief; I would not thee restrain From needful death. But O, thou other part Of me!—through whom the whole world I behold, As through the blue I see the stars above! In whom the world I find, hid fold on fold! Thee would I save from this—nay, do not move; Fear not, it may not flash, the air is cold; Save thee from this—the lightning of my love.
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