XXXIII
        
If truth in hearts that perish
         Could move the powers on high,
I think the love I bear you
         Should make you not to die.
        
Sure, sure, if stedfast meaning,
         If single thought could save,
The world might end to-morrow,
         You should not see the grave.
        
This long and sure-set liking,
         This boundless will to please,
– Oh, you should live for ever
         If there were help in these.
        
But now, since all is idle,
         To this lost heart be kind,
Ere to a town you journey
         Where friends are ill to find.