Versamelde gedigte

On leaving for Lybia, 1940

Hold love for me in keeping lest I lose

Through o'er-bold pride in mine own confidence

The substance for the halo of pretence,

And, being cheated, can no longer choose,
Heart free and whole, between the powers that fuse

Love into death, love into life's defence.

Choose thou for me. Thine own soul's immanence

Shall surely guide the choice and guard the use.
Albeit my orbit, like a comet's train,

Must break in brashy splendour ere it meet

[p. 429]

 

And melt in thine, yet shall I think it gain,

 

Not to be priced by some parochial leet

 

On mundane measure, that the choice was made

 

By one who felt and loved both unafraid.