| Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). Poetry: A Magazine of Verse. 1912–22. | | | | Never Any Fear | | By Elsie A. Gidlow |
| | | I SHALL never have any fear of love— | |
| Not of its depth nor its uttermost height, | |
| Its exquisite pain and its terrible delight. | |
| Never, never shall I have any fear of love. | |
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| I shall never hesitate to go down | 5 |
| Into the fastness of its abyss, | |
| Nor shrink from the cruelty of its awful kiss. | |
| I shall never hesitate to go down. | |
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| Never shall I dread love’s strength | |
| Nor any hurt it might give; | 10 |
| (Tender love is a sick fugitive), | |
| I shall never dread love’s strength. | |
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| I shall never draw back from love | |
| Through fear of its vast pain, | |
| But build joy of it and count it gain. | 15 |
| I shall never draw back from love. | |
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| I shall never have any fear of love, | |
| Nor shrink weakly from its touch; | |
| I have loved too terribly and too much | |
| Ever to have any fear of love. | 20 | | | |
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