Florence Earle Coates - Let Me Believe lyrics

Let me believe you, love, or let me die! If on your faith I may not rest secure, Beyond all chance of peradvenure sure, Trusting your half avowals sweet and shy, As trusts the lark the pallid, dawn-lit sky Then would I rather in some grave obscure Repose forlorn, than, living on, endure A 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 d**h sets the spirit free: Doubt steals the light from immortality!