The melon-seller
G. Bantock
Wish no word unspoken, want no look away!
What if words were but mistake, and looks too sudden, say!
Be unjust for once, Love! Bear it well I may!
Do me justice always? Bid my heart their shrine
Render back its store of gifts, old looks and words of thine
Oh, so all unjust the less deserved, the more divine?