Lucine Finch, Two in Arcadia (1907)
“ I hear the pine-tree whisp’ring as she sways, “I cannot fail thee, Why dost thou fear me?” I hear my heart cry to your heart, I hear your heart beating ’gainst my own, “I cannot fail thee, Why dost thou fear me?” {39} {40} You are so dear, so dear, That all things else seem dear, The wonder of our loving Has made all else seem dear! ”
