The Heart Of Man

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You say that you love me,
And why should we ever part?
Do you think to move me
With words that I know by heart?

Be strange and cruel.
Blow cold, you will fan desire:
For love's no fuel,
But love we know is the fire.

Feign but denial,
Forego, forget if you can;
And then make trial
Of what's in the heart of a man.

© Arthur Symons