| Alfred H. Miles, ed. Women Poets of the Nineteenth Century. 1907. | | | Poems.
VIII. “Qui sait Aimer, sait Mourir” | | By Dora Greenwell (1821–1882) |
| | | “I BURN my soul away!” | |
| So spake the Rose and smiled; “within my cup | |
| All day the sunbeams fall in flame, all day | |
| They drink my sweetness up!” | |
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| “I sigh my soul away!” | 5 |
| The Lily said; “all night the moonbeams pale | |
| Steal round and round me, whispering in their play | |
| An all too tender tale!” | |
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| “I give my soul away!” | |
| The Violet said; “the West wind wanders on, | 10 |
| The North wind comes; I know not what they say, | |
| And yet my soul is gone!” | |
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| Oh, Poet, burn away | |
| Thy fervent soul! fond Lover at the feet | |
| Of her thou lovest, sigh! dear Christian, pray, | 15 |
| And let the world be sweet! | | | | |
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