QUARREL

And is it so

That two who stand

Heart closed in heart,

Hand knit to hand,

Can let love go

Asunder, so?

Speak hard — not understand?

That one asks much?

One gives too small?

And so is lost,

It may be — All?

That for a touch

Of pride we such

A heaven can let fall?

No!— But to Fate

Say with me, “Go:

Death may bring dross

But this I know;

Love can abate

Life's harshest hate,

So loving I bend low.”