Ричард Уотсон Гилдер (Richard Watson Gilder)

The New Day. Part 3. 3. “What Would I Save Thee from, Dear Heart, Dear Heart?”

What would I save thee from, dear heart, dear heart?
⁠Not from what Heaven may send thee of its pain;
⁠Not from fierce sunshine or the scathing rain:
⁠The pang of pleasure; passion's wound and smart;
Not from the long, glad anguish of thine art;
⁠Nor loss of faithful friends, nor any gain
⁠Of growth by grief; I would not thee restrain
⁠From needful death. But O, thou other part
Of me!—through whom the whole world I behold,
⁠As through the blue I see the stars above!
⁠In whom the world I find, hid fold on fold!
Thee would I save from this—nay, do not move;
⁠Fear not, it may not flash, the air is cold;
⁠Save thee from this—the lightning of my love.

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