When you are clinging to your mistress,

Love has the face of Eternity.

Cling to her then, but know that Wanting

Fools the best that be.

V

"Yet her brows and her eyes that murmur

All the music," you say, "of God!"

Press her lips but a little firmer—

You will feel that they are—sod.

"But there is living soul beyond them,

And it is love's till all things end?"

Children alone build Paradises

With but pence to spend.

VI

"Ai-ho now! that is like the cynic,"

Pitying runs your poet-smile,

"He has sat at the Devil's clinic

With some dead love up the while."

[Pg 38]

Dead or alive are one with passions,

 Prev. P 34/86 next