Despite and Still
Have you not read
The words in my head
And I made part
Of your own heart?
We have been such as draw
The losing straw —
You of your gentleness
I of my rashness
Both of despair —
Yet still might share
This happy will:
To love despite and still
Never let us deny
The thing’s necessity
But, O, refuse
To choose
Where chance may seem to give
Love in alternative