Dost Thou Not Care?
I love and love not: Lord, it breaks my heartTo love and not to love.Thou veiled within Thy glory, gone apartInto Thy shrine, which is above,Dost Thou not love me, Lord, or careFor this mine ill?—I love thee here or there,I will accept thy broken heart, lie still.
Lord, it was well with me in time gone byThat cometh not again, 10When I was fresh and cheerful, who but I?I fresh, I cheerful: worn with painNow, out of sight and out of heart;O Lord, how long?—I watch thee as thou art,I will accept thy fainting heart, be strong.
‘Lie still,’ ‘be strong,’ to-day; but, Lord, to-morrow,What of to-morrow, Lord?Shall there be rest from toil, be truce from sorrow,Be living green upon the sward 20Now but a barren grave to me,Be joy for sorrow?—Did I not die for thee?Did I not live for thee? Leave Me to-morrow.