I WHO all the winter through Cherished other loves than you, And kept hands with hoary policy in marriage-bed and pew;Now I know the false and true, For the earnest sun looks through, And my old love comes to meet me in the dawning and the dew.
Now the hedged meads renew Rustic odour, smiling hue, And the clean air shines and tinkles as the world goes wheeling through;And my heart springs up anew, Bright and confident and true, And my old love comes to meet me in the dawning and the dew.
LOVE, WHAT IS LOVE?
LOVE - what is love? A great and aching heart;Wrung hands; and silence; and a long despair.
Life - what is life? Upon a moorland bare To see love coming and see love depart.
