Thursday, July 13, 2017


The Herb Garden at Twilight

Let me but love my love without disguise,
Nor wear a mask of fashion old or new,
Nor wait to speak til I can hear a clue,
Nor play a part to shine in others' eyes,
 Nor bow my knees to what my heart denies;
But what I am, to that let me be true,
And let me worship where my love is due,
And so thru love and worship let me rise.
For love is but the heart's immortal thirst
To be completely known and all forgiven,
Even as sinful souls that enter Heaven;
So take me, dear, and understand my worst,
And freely pardon it, because confessed,
And let me find in loving thee, my best,

Second sonnet in "Three Best Things,"
The Poems of Henry van Dyke (1852-1933)