Legends and Lyrics - First Series
TRUE OR FALSE

Adelaide A

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So you think you love me, do you?

Well, it may be so;

But there are many ways of loving

I have learnt to know.

Many ways, and but one true way,

Which is very rare;

And the counterfeits look brightest,

Though they will not wear.

Yet they ring, almost, quite truly,

Last (with care) for long;

But in time must break, may shiver

At a touch of wrong:

Having seen what looked most real

Crumble into dust;

Now I chose that test and trial

Should precede my trust.

I have seen a love demanding

Time and hope and tears,

Chaining all the past, exacting

Bonds from future years;

Mind and heart, and joy and sorrow,

Claiming as its fee:

That was Love of Self, and never,

Never Love of me!

I have seen a love forgetting

All above, beyond,

Linking every dream and fancy

In a sweeter bond;

Counting every hour worthless,

Which was cold or free:-

That, perhaps, was--Love of Pleasure,

But not Love of me!

I have seen a love whose patience

Never turned aside,

Full of tender, fond devices;

Constant, even when tried;

Smallest boons were held as victories,

Drops that swelled the sea:

That I think was--Love of Power,

But not Love of me!

I have seen a love disdaining

Ease and pride and fame,

Burning even its own white pinions

Just to feed its flame;

Reigning thus, supreme, triumphant,

By the soul's decree;

That was--Love of Love, I fancy,

But not Love of me!

I have heard--or dreamt, it may be -

What Love is when true;

How to test and how to try it,

Is the gift of few:

These few say (or did I dream it?)

That true Love abides

In these very things, but always

Has a soul besides.

Lives among the false loves, knowing

Just their peace and strife:

Bears the self-same look, but always

Has an inner life.

Only a true heart can find it,

True as it is true,

Only eyes as clear and tender

Look it through and through.

If it dies, it will not perish

By Time's slow decay,

True Love only grows (they tell me)

Stronger, day by day:

Pain--has been its friend and comrade;

Fate--it can defy;

Only by its own sword, sometimes

Love can choose to die.

And its grave shall be more noble

And more sacred still,

Than a throne, where one less worthy

Reigns and rules at will.

Tell me then, do you dare offer

This true Love to me? . . .

Neither you nor I can answer;

We will--wait and see!

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