Louisa Sarah Bevington (Луиза Сара Бевингтон)

Unperfected

FEAR hath torment. Love, away!
I'm afraid of you to-day.

Love, your voice I dare not hear,
'Tis so infinitely dear.

Love, I do not dare to see
In your eyes your need of me.

Take to-day your banishment,
Lest I utterly repent.

My weak heart I scarcely know,
Only, love, I tremble so.

Kiss me once, and leave me, dear;
Better loneliness than fear.

Fear hath torment. Love, away!
I'm afraid of you to-day.

1. The Most Beautiful Thing
2. The Secret of the Bees
3. Bought with a Price
4. Her Worst and Best
5. Poet to Poet

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