Nay, let the silence of my womanhood
Commend my woman-love to thy belief,--
Seeing that I stand unwon, however wooed,
And rend the garment of my life, in brief,
By a most dauntless, fortitude,
Lest one touch of this heart convey its grief.
Commend my woman-love to thy belief,--
Seeing that I stand unwon, however wooed,
And rend the garment of my life, in brief,
By a most dauntless, fortitude,
Lest one touch of this heart convey its grief.
Sonnets from the Portugese
