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."