If thou must love me, let it be for nought
Except for love's sake only. Do not say,
I love her for her smile . . . her look . . . her way
Of speaking gently . . . for a trick of thought That falls in well with mine, and, certes, brought
A sense of pleasant ease on such a day-
For these things in themselves, Beloved, may
Be changed, or change for thee- and love so wrought,
May be unwrought so.
