Warning Poem by Edward Rowland Sill

BE true to me! For there will dawn a day
When thou wilt find the faith that now I see,
Bow at the shrines where I must bend the knee,
Knowing the great from small. Then lest thou say,
'Ah me, that I had never flung away
His love who would have stood so close to me
Where now I walk alone'—lest there should be
Such vain regret, Love, oh be true! But nay,
Not true to me: true to thine own high quest
Of truth; the aspiration in thy breast,
Noble and blind, that pushes by my hand,
And will not lean, yet cannot surely stand;
True to thine own pure heart, as mine to thee
Beats true. So shalt thou best be true to me.