Let Me Believe

LET me believe you, love, or let me die!If on your faith I may not rest secure,Beyond all chance of peradventure sure,Trusting your half-avowals sweet and shy,As trusts the lark the pallid, dawn-lit sky—Then would I rather in some grave obscureRepose forlorn, than living on, endureA question each dear transport to belie!

It is a pain to thirst and do without,A pain to suffer what we deem unjust,To win a joy—and lay it in the dust;But there's a fiercer pain—the pain of doubt;From other griefs Death sets the spirit free;Doubt steals the light from immortality!