• I care not if I live, tho' life and breath
    Have never been to me so dear and sweet.
    I care not if I die, for I could meet--
    Being so happy--happily my death.
    I care not if I love; to-day she saith
    She loveth, and love's history is complete.
    Nor care I if she love me; at her feet
    My spirit bows entranced and worshippeth.
    I have no care for what was most my care,
    But all around me see fresh beauty born,
    And common sights grown lovelier than they were:
    I dream of love, and in the light of morn
    Tremble, beholding all things very fair
    And strong with strength that puts my strength to scorn