'Non Dolet'

It does not hurt.  She looked along the knife
  Smiling, and watched the thick drops mix and run
  Down the sheer blade; not that which had been done
Could hurt the sweet sense of the Roman wife,
But that which was to do yet ere the strife
  Could end for each for ever, and the sun:
  Nor was the palm yet nor was peace yet won
While pain had power upon her husband's life.

It does not hurt, Italia.  Thou art more
  Than bride to bridegroom; how shalt thou not take
  The gift love's blood has reddened for thy sake?
Was not thy lifeblood given for us before?
  And if love's heartblood can avail thy need,
  And thou not die, how should it hurt indeed?