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.