That heart to be loving, and warm, and true,
Shedding its tenderness, rich as wine
Pressed from grapes of the Rhenish vine,
Yet delicate, pure, as morning dew.
Only one arm to lean upon,
As I thread the gorges, or mount the steeps___
To steady me when the heights are won,
To pillow my head when the day is done,
And over my eyes the darkness creeps.
Only one love, told o'er and o'er___
That love to be quenchless___a deathless flame___
Yet, like the ocean that laps the shore
In a thousand forms and ten thousand more,
To be ever changing, yet ever the same!
Only one love___do I smile or weep,
Do I float with the current, or bravely swim
Against wind and tide___still let me keep,
While the years drift by in their onward sweep,
But this, when life and its hopes grow dim.
One other love! To its breadth is this
As a rift in a cloud to the boundless blue___
As a passionate, transient throb of bliss
To infinite billows of happiness
To boundless seas as a drop of dew!
__Ellen P. Allerton.
Walls of Corn and Other Poems
Ellen P. Allerton
(Hiawatha, KS: Harrington Printing Company. 1894)