Never give all the heart, for love



Will hardly seem worth thinking of



To passionate women if it seem



Certain, and they never dream



That it fades out from kiss to kiss;



For everything that’s lovely is



But a brief, dreamy, kind delight.



O never give the heart outright,



For they, for all smooth lips can say,



Have given their hearts up to the play.



And who could play it well enough



If deaf and dumb and blind with love?



He that made this knows all the cost,



For he gave all his heart and lost.





