If I shall but love not your dearest soul,
I would have been a fading hymn at night--
A song that no one bothers to recall--
And to wait in vain for the morning light.
If I shall but ignore your inner glow,
I would have always dwelt in the darkness--
Or, perhaps, after all, I wouldn't know
What's in a thing that I should have to miss.
If I shall but--while the needing's growing--
Don't mind you at all and lead mine own way,
I would have, alone, always been wanting:
Life can't be without you each passing day.
What's more that this loving can truly hold?
But, yet, the greatest story ever told!