THE love that comes and goes like wind or fire Hath words and wings wherewith to speak and flee. But love more deep than passion’s deep desire, Clear and inviolable as the unsounded sea, What wings of words may serve to set it free, To lift and lead it homeward? Time and death Are less than love: or man’s live spirit saith False, when he deems his life is more than breath. No words may utter love; no sovereign song Speak all it would for love’s sake. Yet would I Fain cast in moulded rhymes that do me wrong Some little part of all my love: but why Should weak and wingless words be fain to fly? For us the years that live not are not dead: Past days and present in our hearts are wed: My song c…
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