16. If This Be Love
—— S. Daniel
If this be love, to draw a weary breath,
To paint on floods till the shore cry to th’air,
With downward looks, still reading on the earth
The sad memorials of my love’s despair;
If this be love, tainst my soul,
Lie down to wail, ri up to sigh and grieve,
The never-resting stone of care to roll,
Still to plain my griefs whilst none relieve;
If this be love, to clothe me with dark thoughts,
Haunting untrodden paths to wail apart;
My pleasures horror, music tragiotes,
Tears in mine eyes and sorrow at my heart.
If this be love, to live a livih,
Then do I love and draw this weary breath.