Yet, though dull Hate as duty should be taught,[353]

I know that thou wilt love me: though my name

Should be shut from thee, as a spell still fraught

With desolation, and a broken claim:

Though the grave closed between us,—'twere the same,

I know that thou wilt love me—though to drain[354]

My blood from out thy being were an aim,

And an attainment,—all would be in vain,—

Still thou would'st love me, still that more than life retain.