Oh, yes ! they love through all this world of ours ! br I will not gainsay love, called love forsooth. br I have heard love talked in my early youth, br And since, not so long back but that the flowers br Then gathered, smell still. Mussulmans and Giaours br Throw kerchiefs at a smile, and have no ruth br For any weeping. Polypheme's white tooth br Slips on the nut if, after frequent showers, br The shell is over-smooth,--and not so much br Will turn the thing called love, aside to hate br Or else to oblivion. But thou art not such br A lover, my Beloved ! thou canst wait br Through sorrow and sickness, to bring souls to touch, br And think it soon when others cry ' Too late.