Appraisal
Neverthink she loves him wholly,Never believe her love is blind,All his faults are locked securelyIn a closet of her mind;All his indecisions foldedLike old flags that time has faded,Limp and streaked with rain,And his cautiousness like garmentsFrayed and thin, with many a stain—Let them be, oh let them be,There is treasure to outweigh them,His proud will that sharply stirred,Climbs as surely as the tide,Senses strained too taut to sleep,Gentleness to beast and bird,Humor flickering hushed and wideAs the moon on moving water,And a tenderness too deepTo be gathered in a word.
Neverthink she loves him wholly,Never believe her love is blind,All his faults are locked securelyIn a closet of her mind;All his indecisions foldedLike old flags that time has faded,Limp and streaked with rain,And his cautiousness like garmentsFrayed and thin, with many a stain—Let them be, oh let them be,There is treasure to outweigh them,His proud will that sharply stirred,Climbs as surely as the tide,Senses strained too taut to sleep,Gentleness to beast and bird,Humor flickering hushed and wideAs the moon on moving water,And a tenderness too deepTo be gathered in a word.
Neverthink she loves him wholly,Never believe her love is blind,All his faults are locked securelyIn a closet of her mind;All his indecisions foldedLike old flags that time has faded,Limp and streaked with rain,And his cautiousness like garmentsFrayed and thin, with many a stain—Let them be, oh let them be,There is treasure to outweigh them,His proud will that sharply stirred,Climbs as surely as the tide,Senses strained too taut to sleep,Gentleness to beast and bird,Humor flickering hushed and wideAs the moon on moving water,And a tenderness too deepTo be gathered in a word.
Neverthink she loves him wholly,
Never believe her love is blind,
All his faults are locked securely
In a closet of her mind;
All his indecisions folded
Like old flags that time has faded,
Limp and streaked with rain,
And his cautiousness like garments
Frayed and thin, with many a stain—
Let them be, oh let them be,
There is treasure to outweigh them,
His proud will that sharply stirred,
Climbs as surely as the tide,
Senses strained too taut to sleep,
Gentleness to beast and bird,
Humor flickering hushed and wide
As the moon on moving water,
And a tenderness too deep
To be gathered in a word.