If I leave all for thee, wilt thou exchange br And be all to me ? Shall I never miss br Home-talk and blessing and the common kiss br That comes to each in turn, nor count it strange, br When I look up, to drop on a new range br Of walls and floors, another home than this ? br Nay, wilt thou fill that place by me which is br Filled by dead eyes too tender to know change ? br That 's hardest. If to conquer love, has tried, br To conquer grief, tries more, as all things prove; br For grief indeed is love and grief beside. br Alas, I have grieved sol am hard to love. br Yet love me--wilt thou ? Open thine heart wide, br And fold within the wet wings of thy dove.