Liebesweh.

New Zealand Illustrated Magazine, Volume VIII, Issue 1, 1 April 1903, Page 30

Liebesweh.

I am the glowing Tropic, Thou, Love, the frozen Pole, And a wide cold sea is the distance Dividing soul from soul. Across that dreary distance My love like the Gulf Stream flows; It would reach thy heart and melt it, Until like my own it glows. Although I may never win thee, And sink on thy snowy breast, I scatter warmth, like the Gulf Sti'eam, And other hearts are blest. And I find such bliss in yearning, Such rapture in fond Desire, That I lose not the love I scatter, Nor a spark of my bosom's fire.

Thou art cold, thou art not jealous, Nor carest what may betide ; Yet Hope, the flatterer, whispers Thou shalt one day be my bride. But Fate, in his croaking accents, Says, when that tale is told, That thou shalt be warm and jealous, And I shall be proud and cold. 0, Love, if the far-oft" Future Doth hold such things in store, T would that old Time might linger, So I can love thee more. Let me yearn, and burn, and scatter My warmth to the thankless air , For sweeter than Love's possesion Is Desire's divine despair. J. Liddll Kelly.