Autor: _Severus_
If this be love, to draw a weary breath,
To paint on floods till shore cry to th’air,
With downward looks, still reading on the earth
The sad memorials of my love’s despair;
If this be love, to clothe me with dark thoughts,
Haunting untrodden paths to wail apart;
My pleasures horror, music tragic notes,
Tears in mine eyes and sorrow at my heart
If this be love, to live a living death,
Then do I love and draw this weary breath.