Joseph Skipsey

The Assurance

AH dearest dear, what do I hear?
   I’ve hurt thy feelings! have I, dearest?
Then let thy words be fiery swords,
  To punish me with pangs severest!
 
Than hear thee sigh, I’d rather die;
   Ay, were Death’s gruesome terrors
       doubled,—
I’d rather die than hear thee sigh,
   Or deem thy heart a moment troubled.
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