English poem
Though All Betray
by Marie Van Vorst (1867–1936)
Dearest, give your love to me,-- I will keep it well, Cradle it, as does the sea Hold the shell-- Deep, unseen, and secretly.
Dearest, give your kiss to me,-- I will keep tho’ all assail: As the temple prayerfully Holds the Grail. Altars then my lips shall be!
Dearest, give to me your trust,-- I will not betray.... Hold it, as the beacon must Hold the ray, Till the lighthouse stones are dust.