Andrew Macphail, comp. The Book of Sorrow. 1916.
XII. Love and Death. ‘Trust thou thy Love’John Ruskin (1819–1900)
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Trust thou thy Love: if she be mute, is she not pure?
Lay thou thy soul full in her hands, low at her feet;
Fail, Sun and Breath!—yet, for thy peace, She shall endure.