Quarrel

And is it so
That two who stand
Heart closed in heart,
Hand knit to hand,
Can let love go
Asunder, so?
Speak hard--not understand?

That one asks much?
One gives too small?
And so is lost,
It may be--All?
That for a touch
Of pride we such
A heaven can let fall?

No!--But to Fate
Say with me, "Go:
Death may bring dross
But this I know;
Love can abate
Life's harshest hate,
So loving I bend low."