What Will You Do, Love?

What Will You Do, Love?

“What will you do, love, when I am going,

With white sail flowing,

The seas beyond? –

What will you do, love, when waves divide us,

And friends may chide us

For being fond?”

“Though waves divide us, and friends be chiding,

In faith abiding,

I’ll still be true!

And I’ll pray for thee on the stormy ocean,

In deep devotion –

That’s what I’ll do!”

“What would you do, love, if distant tidings

Thy fond confidings

Should undermine? –

And I, abiding ‘neath sultry skies,

Should think other eyes

Were as bright as thine?”

“Oh, name it not!-though guilt and shame

Were on thy name,

I’d still be true:

But that heart of thine-should another share it –

I could not bear it!

What would I do?”

“What would you do, love, when home returning,

With hopes high-burning,

With wealth for you,

If my bark, which bounded o’er foreign foam,

Should be lost near home–

Ah! What would you do?”

“So thou wert spared-I’d bless the morrow

In want and sorrow,

That left me you;

And I’d welcome thee from the wasting billow,

This heart thy pillow–

That’s what I’d do!”

(c) Samuel Lover

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