Sonnets from the Portuguese, XIV

If thou must love me, let it be for noughtExcept for love's sake only. Do not say'I love her for her smile--her look--her wayOf speaking gently,--for a trick of thoughtThat falls in well with mine, and certes broughtA sense of pleasant ease on such a dayFor these things in themselves, Beloved, mayBe changed, or change for thee,--and love, so wrought,May be unwrought so. Neither love me forThine

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