William Ernest Henley
Why, My Heart, Do We Love Her So? - Poem by William Ernest Henley
Why, my heart, do we love her so?
Why does the great sea ebb and flow? -
Why does the round world spin?
Bid me my life renew:
What is it worth unless I win,
Love--love and you?
Why, my heart, when we speak her name
Throbs the word like a flinging flame? -
Why does the Spring begin?
Bid me indeed to be:
Open your heart, and take us in,
Love--love and me.
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