[Editor: This poem by William Blocksidge (also known as William Baylebridge) was published in Songs o’ the South (1908).]
A Woman’s Love
Woman’s pure love! Who has it, let him know
He has the greatest gift earth can bestow;
And let him then remember that, with love
If ’tis repaid, this blessing too shall prove
Always the same: though mighty storms rage round,
Though bleak winds chill, and blighted hopes abound,
Though years drag on, by dull despair consumed,
Though dark the future, by no ray illumed,
Though sorrows deep a lasting shadow throw,
And torn its casket be, no change ’twill know!
Source:
William Blocksidge, Songs o’ the South, London: Watts, 1908, p. 68
Editor’s notes:
blighted = destroyed, ruined, spoiled; plants negatively affected by blight (caused by any of several botanical diseases bringing about discoloration, drying-up, wilting, withering, and death of plants); decayed, withered; defeated; disappointed, frustrated
illume = illuminate, light up, cast light upon; to make bright or light (can refer to the usage of colour and graphics in texts)
’tis = (archaic) a contraction of “it is”
’twill = (archaic) a contraction of “it will”
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