If yet I have not all thy love
For loving is never enough
I must do more than pray
Both increased by gratitude
And the desire to love more
If yet I have not all thy love
I thought, dream it, enjoy it
I cannot deny, I share it
Fiercely and without restraint
If yet I have not all they love
I who am so little wise, so humble
So simple, deare perhaps I
Shall never have thee all
My stature was made small by
Nature, my wit outbid by
More generous fates, my time
More short and partial to trials
If yet I have not all they love
Be it said that love’s riddles were
Unpublishable to me, triumphs
As if out of reach, treasures
Undeserved, comforts unmet
If yet I have not all they love
Do not bargain but say farewell
Deare, well I know, I shall never
Have all of thee, never know thy
Full heart, love doth every day admit
The worthy choice of my lost destiny.