Doubt and Love

"Love lives by faith," my lover to me said 

In earnest tones which loving thought imbue

With grace divine; such sense of honor, few 

On earth attain; and by his fervor led, 

My hopes to heaven on airy wings had sped;

When I for answer must—as woman e'er do 

Needs question love, and say: "can man be true?" 

(O, cruel words, had they but been unsaid;)

A changed voice gave to me this cold reply:

With hollow laugh bereft of all delight. 

"To question love doth but a doubt imply;

And doubt kills love." And lo! before my sight

Love died, and hurled from out an angry sky, 

Hope bleeding fell upon the pall of night.