English poem
III.— Love and Duty.
by Coventry Kersey Dighton Patmore (1823–1896)
Anne lived so truly from above, She was so gentle and so good, That duty bade me fall in love, And 'but for that,' thought I, 'I should!' I worshipp'd Kate with all my will, In idle moods you seem to see A noble spirit in a hill, A human touch about a tree.