LET ME BELIEVE, a poem

LET me believe you, love, or let me die!
     If on your faith I may not rest secure,
     Beyond all chance of peradventure sure,
     Trusting your half-avowals sweet and shy,
As trusts the lark the pallid, dawn-lit sky—
     Then would I rather in some grave obscure
     Repose forlorn, than living on, endure
     A question each dear transport to belie!

It is a pain to thirst and do without,
     A pain to suffer what we deem unjust,
     To win a joy—and lay it in the dust;
But there's a fiercer pain—the pain of doubt;
     From other griefs Death sets the spirit free;
     Doubt steals the light from immortality!

"Let Me Believe" by Florence Earle Coates. Published in Poems (1898) and Poems (1916) Volume I.