But Love Me For Love's Sake, That

I Tell You, Hopeless Grief Is Passionless.

His Ears Were Often The First Thing To Catch My Tears.

Large, Musing Eyes, Neither Joyous Nor Sorry.

I Saw, In Gradual Vision Through My Tears, The Sweet, Sad Years, The Melancholy Years, Those Of My Own Life, Who By Turns Had Flung A Shadow Across Me.

Behold Me! I Am Worthy Of Thy Loving, For I Love Thee!