I love thee so, my sweetest, do I close
Up my romantic soul, and lock away
Its delicate embrace of thee I chose.
And for your sake, my children, shall I hide
Away its key; that none should see its truth
While every day I brave this worldly sway.
And yet, for me, the romance of my youth
Is sore alive, in all that I provide;
As, for thy comfort, every tree I fell;
Until–my wish at last–shall come the day
When all are safe, and everything is well.
My calloused hands, mine axe, shall lay aside;
This key, my soul’s romantic door, display
To thee, and to our children, love and pride.