'TWERE little to renounce what now I hold:"A Maid's Defence" by Florence Earle Coates. Published in Poems (1898) and Poems (1916) Volume I.
A treasure that makes poor, a pomp that tires,
A vernal glow that kindles autumn fires,
A youth that, wasteful in its haste, grows old;
'T were little to relinquish pleasure doled
In meagre measure to my swift desires,
To give what nor delights me nor inspires,
In free exchange for Love's all-prizèd gold;
Yet there is something it were pain to yield,
Which I should part with, Love, in welcoming thee:
A shy uncertainty that dearer seems
Than e'en thy gifts, my firm defence and shield:
The dim ideal of my waking dreams,
The Love unknown, that distant, beckons me!