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Sonnets from the Portuguese
Elizabeth Barrett Browning
XIV
If thou must love me, let it be for nought
Except for love's sake only.
Do not say 'I love her for her smile...her look..her way
Of speaking gently,...for a trick of thought that falls in well with mine,
And certes brought a sense of pleasant ease on such a day'-
For these things in themselves, Beloved, may be changed, or change for thee,-
And liove, so wrought, may be unwrought so.
Neither love me for thine own dear pity's wiping my cheeks dry,-
A creature might forget to weep, who bore they comfort long,
And lose thy love thereby!
But love me for love's sake, that evermore
Thou may'st love on, through love's eternity.
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