Richard Watson Gilder

The New Day. Part 3. 4. “What Would I Win Thee To?”

What would I win thee to? dear heart and true!
     ⁠A thought of bliss, a thornless life? Ah no!
     ⁠Through weeping pain, Love, I would let thee go;
     ⁠Through weary days and widowed nights; yea, through
The Valley of the Shadow, without rue,
⁠     If thou couldst gain the goal, Love, even so.
⁠     I would not win thee to a fruitful woe;
⁠     To best of earth or best beyond the blue.
And most of all would thy true lover scorn
⁠     To win thee to himself; thou shalt be free
⁠     To have or hate! But O, my golden morn!
Behold thy lover's passionate bravery—
⁠     Mighty, unresting, stedfast, heaven-born—
⁠     To win thee to the light, which is—to thee!