On Love:
Love is past
That had his sweet hours many a one;
Welcome to us now at the last
The ways that we shall go upon.
(From: Love Came To Us)
Love is unhappy when love is away!
(From: Winds Of May)
My love is in a light attire
Among the apple-trees,
Where the gay winds do most desire
To run in companies.
(From: My Love Is In A Light Attire)
Sing about the long deep sleep
Of lovers that are dead, and how
In the grave all love shall sleep:
Love is aweary now.
(From: Gentle Lady, Do Not Sing)
Through the clear mirror of your eyes,
Through the soft sigh of kiss to kiss,
Desolate winds assail with cries
The shadowy garden where love is.
(From: Dear Heart, Why Will You Use Me So?)
Whatever else is unsure in this stinking dunghill of a world a mother’s love is not.
On Life:
Young life is breathed
On the glass;
The world that was not
Comes to pass.
(From: Ecce Puer)