Signs of Love

If amorous faith, a heart of guileless ways,
Soft languors, courteously controlled desire,
And virtuowill, kindled with noble fire,
And lengthened wanderings in a lightless maze;

If thought, which evermore the brow displays,
Or words that faint and brokrnly suspire,
Still checked with fear and shame; if hues no higher
Than the plan violet hath, or; love displays;

If holding some one than one’s self more dear,
If sorrowing and sighing evermore,
If chewing grief, and rage, and many a cross,
Are sign that love consumers me to the core,
Yours, lady, is the fault and mine the loss.