XI.

Ah, yesterday was dark and drear,

My heart was deadly sore;

Without thy love it seemed, my Dear,

That I could live no more.

And yet I laugh and sing to-day;

Care or care not for me,

Thou canst not take the love away

With which I worship thee.

And if to-morrow, Dear, I live,

My heart I shall not break:

For still I hold it that to give

Is sweeter than to take.