English poem
Iv
She approaches, laughing. She speaks:
You’d given up hope?
He
Believe me!
She
Why! is your love so poor?
He
No. Yet you might deceive me!
She
As many a girl before.-- Ah, dear, you will forgive me?
He
Say no more, sweet, say no more!
She
Love trusts; and that’s enough, my dear. Trust wins through love; whereof, my dear, Love holds through trust: and love, my dear, Is--all my life and lore.
He
Come, pay me or I’ll scold you.-- Give me the kiss you owe.-- You run when I would hold you?
She
No! no! I say! now, no!-- How often have I told you, You must not use me so?
He
More sweet the dusk for this is, For lips that meet in kisses.-- Come! come! why run from blisses As from a dreadful foe?