To Olivia
Francis Thompson
1859 to 1907
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I fear to love thee, Sweet, because
Love's the of loss;
White flake of childhood, clinging so
To soiled raiment, thy shy snow
At tenderest touch will and go.
Love me not, delightful child.
My heart, many snares beguiled,
Has grown timorous and wild.
It fear thee not at all,
Wert thou not so harmless-small.
Because thy arrows, not yet dire,
Are still unbarbed destined fire,
I fear thee more than hadst thou
Full-panoplied in womanhood.