Though All Betray

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.