Yes, yes! I love thee, Guilo; thee alone.
    Why dost thou sigh, and wear that face of sorrow?
The sunshine is to-day's, although it shone
    On yesterday, and may shine on to-morrow.

I love but thee, my Guilo! be content,
    The greediest heart can claim but present pleasure.
The future is thy God's. The past is spent.
    To-day is thine; clasp close the precious treasure.

See how I love thee, Guilo! Lips and eyes
    Could never under thy fond gaze dissemble.
I could not feign these passion-laden sighs,
    Deceiving thee, my pulses would not tremble.

"So I loved Romney." Hush, thou foolish one---
    I should forget him wholly, wouldst thou let me;
Or but remember that his day was done
    From that most supreme hour when first I met thee.

"And Paul?" Well, what of Paul? Paul had blue eyes,
    And Romney grey, and thine are darkly tender!
One finds fresh feelings under change of skies---
    A new horizon brings a newer splendour.

As I love thee, I never loved before;
    Believe me, Guilo, for I speak most truly.
What though to Romney and to Paul I swore
    The selfsame words; my heart now worships newly.

We never feel the same emotion twice:
    No two ships ever ploughed the selfsame billow.
The waters change, with every fall and rise;
    So, Guilo, go contented to thy pillow.

Poetical works of Ella Wheeler Wilcox. by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Edinburgh : W. P. Nimmo, Hay, & Mitchell, 1917.

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