Bitter Glass, The
Of me, for choosing thee at duty's call?
E'en if 'twas mind - not heart - that loved thee first,
Why thinkest thou I love thee not at all?
I know that I am stern and grim of face.
How else the rising Shadow's threat to bear?
But there is comfort in thy quiet grace,
And in the kinder shadow of thy hair.
I am what I am; thou'rt what thou art;
Surely there can be in that no blame?
I will seek to place thee in my heart,
And all I ask is that thou dost the same.
But how am I to ease thy discontent,
If 'tis mine own true self thou dost resent?
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