To Tamaris
It is enough to love you. Let me be
Only an influence, as the wandering sea
Answers the moon that yet foregoes to shine;
Only a sacrifice, as in a shrine
The lamp burns on where dead eyes cannot see;
Only a hope unknown, withheld from thee,
Yet ever like a petrel plaintively,
Just following on to life’s far twilight line,
It is enough.
Go where you will, I follow. You are free.
Alone, unloved, to all eternity
I track that chance no virtue can divine,
When pitiful, loving, with fond hands in mine,
You say: “True heart, here take your will of me,
It is enough.”
Theo. Marzials.