These Faithfull Verses
These faithful verses play a double part,
by Richard Elwes
For when the long frustration has relented,
They are the springs that well up in my heart
And flow at last and leave me then contented.
And in a sort they mend my poverty,
Who would not be an empty handed lover,
Since they borrow of their destiny
When richer offerings are faded over.
For, O my love, as I am rich in pain,
Whereof this lovers’ currency is minted,
So shall my passion’s homage yet remain,
Alternate pain and song and neither stinted:
And thus my sum of tribute shall increase
In taking both my pain and its release.