"True or False" by Adelaide Anne Procter (poetry reading)

Adelaide was British, not Australian, in case you were thinking so. She was the most popular female poet of her day. Would-be poets should consider forgotten poems like this, take warning and try a lot harder. So you think you love me, do you? Well, it may be so; But there are many ways of loving I have learnt to know. Many ways, and but one true way, Which is very rare; And the counterfeits look brightest, Though they will not wear. Yet they ring, almost, quite truly, Last (with care) for long; But in time must break, may shiver At a touch of wrong: Having seen what looked most real Crumble into dust; Now I chose that test and trial Should precede my trust. I have seen a love demanding Time and hope and tears, Chaining all the past, exacting Bonds from future years; Mind and heart, and joy and sorrow, Claiming as its fee: That was Love of Self, and never, Never Love o<br/><br/>