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 day."-For these things in themselves, Belovèd, mayBe changed, or change for thee,-and love, so wrought,May be unwrought so. Neither love me forThine own dear pity's wiping my cheeks dry,-A creature might forget to weep, who boreThy comfort long, and lose thy love thereby!But love me for love's sake, that evermoreThou may'st love on, through love's eternity.